Crept into your room last night
On a puff of perfumed air,
And seeing you almost asleep,
Stole a kiss from your half closed eyes.

Finding no resistance there,
I let my lips drift beneath your gown
Once again to chance another kiss,
Which was met with sweet surprise.

Emboldened all the more,
I sought out yet a sweeter prize
And lost myself in the joy of you,
More passioned kisses than before

And so we lay,
Matching heart beats in the dark,
Till night time faded into light;
And a sun ray came and carried me away.

Tristan (clutching darkness)

"There are moments in life when you miss someone so much
that you just want to pick them from your dreams...
and hug them."

My Last Perfection

My God, I was mad last night,
Making love till first light,
Sharing all until I died
At least a dozen times.

Hotly kissing, hotly kissing lips
A hundred times, no less,
Dying upon each kiss,
Only to be reborn again.

Myself, in your perfumed bed,
Entwined in your everything,
Your very being, absorbed by me,
Passion feeding upon passion.

Alive, alive, yet Unsatisfied
So wild we were, so very wild;
Till death of love, a final tremor
Descending calm and Final sleep.

I will not be that way again,
My first and last, perfection.
All else, a reprint only,
Faint copy of what was,
Or should have been.