The Second in my series of poems.
This is a thought Suzie has about Cesar and one of the
nights she had spent with him.

His fingertips ooze passion,
His breath conveys pure lust,
His kisses tell a story,
His body strong in all of it's glory.
As he moves friction burns love,
Tears of joy stain my cheeks,
His hands move softly down my body,
The window blows open and the wind speaks,
It chants his name along with me,
I see the moonlight bright in the street,
Burning with remorse and envy.
I kiss his tender lips and shiver,
He holds my body close to his,
I feel helpless, yet protected in his strong embrace,
He brings his lips to press on my head,
And I feel happy he's in my bed.