Pale fingers gripped the pen tighter as the scratching on the paper continued and words were formed upon the page.
'Do you ever think of me?
Do you ever long for my touch
Because in my dreams I can taste you
In my nights you haunt me
Your voice echoes in my head
And makes me fall to my knees
You would like to see that wouldn't you
One so proud finally fall
But I would do that for you
I would come to you on my knees if that were what I had to do
I would do anything for you
For your rule my heart
And have done so since the moment you said my name
I can see your eyes so clearly burning into mine
Your gaze into mine
I want you to touch me
To feel me
To long for me as I long for you
I wish it wouldn't be games any longer
Because I can't take this toying in my heart
Your milky skin seems to beg me to touch
Your eyes speak volumes that you dare not to
And as you drift to sleep at night do you think of me?
Do you long for me the way I long for you?
In my heart and in my dreams we are together
But now don't look at me;
Please don't open your eyes
Because if you do my illusion will shatter'
Foot steps made there way over the old groaning wood and the paper where the poem was written was crumpled up and tossed into the over flowing waste basket and landed on the floor. The figure was tall and pale in the moonlight and their hair was hidden within the shadows of the night. "I wish, one day you would be mine"