The evening is gone
The darkness makes little sound
except for the two of us
As I look down at you, the sweat falls
Your face catching each drop
your tongue tasting those in reach
Your hand on mine, your intentions clear
My heart pounds heavily in my chest
trying to catch my breath, for the next
waiting with a fever
I can see your eyes in the darkness
that fiery glow lets me know
I must call upon more strength
Now our hands are locked
and I mean tight
Our voices breaking the silence.
The Night
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2006 with permission of the Author.
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