Midnight As Always

You Again by John Foxx

Midnight As Always

Midnight, as always

As she slips into my bed

In a gown of satin

Her soft skin silky smooth

As a baby's hand

But far beyond a baby's mode of touch.....

Her touch is like an angel's

But with claws

Claws that set my skin on fire

With their light but heavy movements.

Movements that turn longing into passion,

Needing into famine that must be fed,

Wanting into thirst that must be quenched

Lusting into livid, lascivious, luscious love.

Midnight, as always

Without a word, she comes

Bidden by my heart

And my flesh that's screaming

Screaming sounds that only she can hear.

I hear her quiet footstep...

The robe falling to the floor...

The sheets pulled back....

And her purring sigh

As she falls into my waiting arms.

Our bodies touch, tentatively like strangers

As the breath within our lungs falls into rhythm

We wait without speaking as heart pounds against heart

And her body bids me welcome into it's depths.

She is mine once more........

And I can exhale again as the night becomes alive

And the dream becomes reality

And the fantasy more than dream.

But always at midnight

Does she come

Not nine nor noon nor afternoon

But midnight, as always. Always.

For she is a creature of dream and hope

Conjured by my wayward, hungry heart,

My desire so deep, no mortal can conceive it,

My longing so dark and full of despair,

Only another such as I, may perceive it.

My sighs reach out to her in the darkness,

Call her name softly under my breath

And yet she hears me

And even though she may be a million miles away....

Dancing in another's stolen dream.....

At midnight, as always.....as always......

She comes.

©by Voo Shining Stone

Feb 29, 2020

10:00 p.m.

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