If you came to me in the night
when the stars threw a thousand sparks into the air,
Id lay you down in pale sheets,
crisp and cool,
my lips dancing over your slick, hot skin.
If you came to me on this torrid summers night,
sweet voices singing an ancient,
rhythmic melody you would hear
as the flames lick higher and higher up your body.
With each naked tendril of my tongues fire,
and the silver coolness of white sheets
streaked with your own white hot passions,
you could swirl in the winds of the tempest.
All this and more, if you came to me in the night.
nmhill © 17 december 2001
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