What I am.

When the night strikes and each time I make you mine, there is a moment there
which speaks nothing but pure bliss.Only you can do that to me. Not so long ago I was in a discussion with some one about that, and they said I had "become accustomed" to you. I guess that is somewhat true.Having admitted that, I do feel a connection beyond words.This feeling comes on often only in the black coals of the night. It is then where 'I' become visible and this truth emerges.In daylight hours the memory and recollection of events of the night before with you can be just as piercing to my skin from the intensity.

I never tire of living life for the fleeting moments of passion,and as part of a whole it's what I am.You consistantly engorge my mind,from your scent to every muscular curve of your physique. It's like you are inside me, like blood gushing through my veins.Most vivid when im physically active, after a strong workout the feeling of being drug induced . Even the strongest,intoxicating substance of external influence can't rid you of my system.I have tried. No matter how far away I am,I find my self strangely engulfed by the thought of you, a longing which can forgive. It's in such moments I feel so alone.

Entrenched in the thought of you I look up now and see our wonderful production,tugging away at my skirt. Back to a reality I cannot ever escape. Forever an imprint one fateful night in the arms of the night sky under the canopy of the stars.