Each night I await
lost in the vast sea of my bed
clinging only to one hope
you will return again.

Night is the refuge
the sanctuary I seek
daylight is only a torment
a prelude to rapture.

With darkness as your cloak
you come to me suddenly
shadowy perfect and silent
your hot breath upon my neck.

I am molten pliancy
yours completely
whatever you ask I give
your private fount of desire.

You sink into my embrace
cool lips upon my flesh
I surrender all to your touch
a slave to your hunger.

There is no time for me
yet I feel hated dawn's approach
mournful and despised
in anguished languor I lie.

One last kiss, caress
your voice against my heart
I am left bleeding and torn;
oh how I hate the morning!