on silken sheets, she lies alone,
a fervent prayer, a whispered moan,
to touch the man she loves afar,
his skin, a dream, her guiding star.
her heartbeats chase the shadows near,
in midnight's hush, her wish is clear,
she yearns for lips, for tender touch,
a love that burns so fierce, so much.
in dreams, entwined in passion's blaze,
she prays for dawn, a lover's gaze,
for when the night surrenders breath,
she'll find his touch, or meet her death.
