Late at night
I find myself
Reaching for you
Feeling your skin
My hand caressing you
And when you move
Whether secretly awake
Or still asleep, yet stirred
I slip my hand
Between your thighs
I love your brown, satin
Lips of luscious, soft love
That moisten at my touch
I gladly slide my fingers in
Giving pleasure to you
My hand a herald for
My mouth, my lips,
My tongue, so eager
To taste you
To drink from your
Sweet chalise of love

Late at night
I find myself
Reaching for you