I am rekindled 
By the mist
As I dance
On shadows 
Of muddled dreams.

In the light of the 
Blood-red moon, 
I am awoken 
By a slow burning need
As your fingers
Ignite a dormant flame.

Your whispered breath
Against my fragile skin
Calms my 
Tempered heart
In the break of the 
Quiet dawn.

You sing to my soul
With your patient fingers
And heated lips, 
As you write poetry 
On my skin
With urgent words
Of endless passion.

Your desire grows
As you devour 
My succulent 
Sweetness 
In the lingering
Morning dew.

In your arms, 
I surrender 
My aching body
To caressing hands
And fevered kisses,
As you embrace 
My distant soul
And dented halo.