it was a scent that lay upon the curves
of her body
infused in the satin sheets of her bed
braided in the soft curls of her hair
it was the essence that trailed after her
like the wake of a dream
her single symptom for my infatuation
of want and desire
I saw her in the twilight hours of sleep
like chocolate personified
I spoke to her when the sun was above
lighting her sweet smile and dark eyes
I rippled against her
gasping with her groans...
sighing into her mouth...
coming with her...
it was in those hours of twilight
when I lay watching her sleeping form-
eyebrows slightly furrowed
peach lips parted in slumber-
that I swept her dark cheek
with the back of my pale hand
and uttered three syllables
too strong to be uttered to a conscious mind