Lying there with dreams in his eyes

a faded smile turning his lips softly

How I will kiss those lips

wet velvet upon wet velvet

Shoulders curved like the dunes of Egypt– mysterious and gentle

I will make them quiver with old passion

I will make his mouth of moaning sounds

He calls my name and is lost in my delight

but it is I who is lost in his

It is love that I am lost in

His eternal whispers echoed in my heart

so infinitely abrupt, but I will forever be in this moment

if only love were timeless