Un Désir Pour L'amour (A Yearning for Love)

Dreams within 

an illusion-ed living.

Passions that build up 

with the 

unfulfilled desires.

A solitary night 

that breathes 

upon my skin,

Wishes 

with a muffled silence

in the cold,

 for a fire.

The gentle touch of love.

The all-encompassing eyes 

that admire.

Tight embraces 

of souls in the dark.

Conversations 

that would go haywire.

The shuffling of the satin sheets.

Moans of pleasure 

echoing through joy,

Perspiring dreams 

turning to reality.

Stark nakedness 

in coy convoy.

Such wishes and desires 

held close

In a heaving bosom 

each night.

Sighs of longing 

instead of

satiety.

A made-up love 

of a forlorn sight.

Many a flame 

of the candles lit,

Reflected in beads 

of grieving ire.

Satin sheets ruffled 

every morning,

Still wait 

in the cold for the fire.