Drawn towards each other
me needing to mould you
you hungry for love
me taking control
you melting fast
me teasing you untill you scream
you begging for more
me prolonging your agony
you nearly ready to explode
me tearing into your hot flesh
you unable to hold back
me keeping you begging
you dancing to my tune
an hour later you and I spent
Violet nights
your shadow dances on my wall
my ears hear nothing but your voice
and my heart leaps when I think of those days when we just laughed at nothingness
but those days never fade away
instead they are more prominent now than ever
but only on Violet nights
you are more special than any prince
Looking to find
a safe place to keep my heart warm
Autumn is beautiful but the nights are cool
so maybe someone
with a warm soul
will nestle inside
my warm cocoon
and wrap his strong arms around me
while sharing some tender moments
to keep out the cold
When it is time to dream
we meet in the misty hours
We warm each others
heart and share the love that constantly flows within our souls
to us the world seems perfect and the dream will last forever
but when the morning comes we open our eyes and realize that each of us has gone 
It is only ever after midnight
when doors and windows
are tightly shut that
the fires of passion burn within the stone walls
and words of love are
whisperd
the purple moon
knows of our secrets
so early in the mornings she lets them go to be carried away with the wind she knows
our love is sacred
and shared in Private by the two of us
On a dark night
take me far beyond the scented bath and the feather bed and all the promises
let us both taste what is forbidden but not without a fight
tease me, taunt me, and arouse that dark need in me
take me slowly to the heights
keep me melting until I am begging you not to stop
finally when you are ready
just take me and tip me over the edge
Pleasure is
waking up and feeling the warmth of your love
your heart beating and those words that you whisper that arouse the want inside of me
the smells from those scented flowers drifting with those warm breezes and those lush green meadows fresh with morning dew enticing me to run free and inhale the fresh clean air
the thoughts of dipping my bare feet into the pure waters running from those mountain streams and the sounds of the crickets busy amongst the long grasses
these are some of those simple but wonderful pleasures that flood my mind as I wait for early spring again and an Indian summer
this is all that I desire 
Their is no world
quite like the world of imagination
For her, she chases rainbows
and sails on oceans of delight
as she walks amongst the bright red poppies
her soul is wild and running free and her life is perfect
for as many hours or days as she likes
she constantly floats on cloud nine
without a care in the world
Last night in my dream
it was you who sat under that tree with me in the bright moonlight
my lips were touching yours and then soon
you fell under my spell
when you lay your head across my knees and my fingers ran through your thick hair
just the two of us
together
in our own private world
nothing else matterd
because the dream felt real
