Longings

Longings

Longings shared in whispers,
yours and mine to keep,
secrets shared by lovers,
softly while I sleep.

Passion's hot desire,
simmers in the heat,
flames are rising higher;
raging when we meet.

Midnight's moon entrances,
as you dance again,
through the dark expanses
where I've never been.

You're my secret siren
in the window's light,
satin skin is tryin,'
teasing through the night.

Fading with the darkness
in the early morn,
coldly in the starkness;
a lover never born.

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