"Hour Of Desire"

In desire's great hour
I come to you unchained,
exposed now before you,
my body cries your name.

I have dreamt of your touch,
so pleasant on my skin,
and though it may be wrong,
I come to you again.

Your eyes have sought me out,
from love's secret shadows,
you draw me to your light,
where flames of passion glow.

No matter how I try,
it always comes to this,
me falling in your arms,
and captured by your kiss.

And so here we are, love,
flesh entwined like fate,
two hearts beating in time
as the hour grows late.



© 1999 Paul D. Aronson. All Rights Reserved.