I steal into your chamber dark
As you lie there on your icy bed,
Burning with frustrated passion,
On fire with unmet desire.
The regular breathing there beside you
Tells you he’s asleep again
To your quiet, secret yearning,
To your always aching need.
Crossing the floor with soft steps,
Kneeling beside your tense body.
The warm wind of my breath
Fanning the flames deep inside.
Tensing at my touch, afraid
That your heart might finally burst
And overflow with liquid yearning.
But still he sleeps and never moves.
My hand on your breast caressing,
Soothing as it builds your tension.
Arousing needs, leading you
Far beyond these lonely walls.
Then I touch your molten core,
That flows with nectar of your need.
And find that darkest secret place
That he has never even known.
Little moans and cries and whimpers.
Soft sighs, whispers in the night.
That might disturb his peaceful slumber.
You bite your lip until it bleeds,
And finally every muscle tenses.
Each cascading wave exquisite,
Washing you in wet, warm liquid.
And melts the icy bed around you
Bringing you the warmth of sleep,
There beside his quiet breathing.
Praying that I’ll come again.