It's almost wrong,
We spoil each other so lovingly.
My insides reel with pleasure;
My heart is in addictive pain
From not having you to myself.
The roses we nurture
Are slowly rising,
Warm sunlight creeping in
To light our way.
But I prefer the
Cool of moonlight...
I can move unjudged, and
Darkness has a rougher body,
A fulfilling taste.
