Strange Bedfellow, This Late Night

...So I lie, naked still, looking at the ceiling. The sounds of night life filter faintly through the windows of my room. Small patterns of moonlight play hide and seek on my bed and ripple across my body. Slow concentric circles across my stomach. Play across my chest. My mind distant, brooding...

Why do I feel so alone in time
Why does my life never seem to rhyme
There's so much out there waiting
But it's not for me

...Muscle ache, tendons move, half curved, curled in a half circle, coated with viscous fluid, sensation fans up and out as the beat goes slowly, surely, on...

Why does my heart always seem to cry
Why does love always pass me by
I know that passion lurks so close
But I just can't see

...My eyes open, but the room is dark and I can't see anything now, just feel the sheets, smooth and cold satin, against my back, the beat quickening, the heat rising like a phoenix in my night...

I want to dream with my eyes closed against the sun
You and me, so carefree, could have so much fun
Close your eyes and just smile
And it might be true

...I can see motes of light, in a life and death fight, playing across my sight, an interplay at height, virtual world in black and white, tension building as the heat roars now, no whisper this, and the beat staccato and demanding summons the core in me...

So lie with me here through the lazy days
I can show you my love in so many ways
There's a whole world here now open
It's just waiting for you

My back arches towards the ceiling, I can feel the rolling explosions jerking me from deep within my core, heat permeates my body, distantly the eruptions die as I lie, neither here nor there...