The Hours
In the midnight hour when passion's storm is spent,
And you lay sweetly sleeping, I think on all this meant.
All I wish it could be and all it never will,
Wanting what I can't have is such a bitter pill.
The beating of your heart, soft beneath my fingers,
Carries my breath away and makes me want to linger
Memorizing the lines the sun drew on your face,
Curling close around you in a lover's embrace.
I'll trace twin J's entwined, in kohl on creamy skin,
Marking you mine alone til I come back again,
To steal another moment of love by the moon's light;
While away the hours in fiery delights.
Thanks to Amethyst for the inspiration of the twin J's