He lies broken, awaiting the healing
The moonlight kisses his body
Softening the lines etched into his brow
His soft moans are eaten up by the quietness of the night
As his mind searches for the peace to end his body’s fight
A memory tickles his senses
Suddenly, the six are all alive
His eyes hunt for the elusive feeling
His mind starts to play truant to the sweet excesses
But long before reality can deny the source, his soul confesses
It is like post-its everywhere
The soothing gentleness of her body
That sweet smile, which spreads around him
Her kindness that cocoons him, removing all doubt
He curls up inside her, breathing within, yet without
The sheets radiate her softness
The pillows convey her warmth
Every corner bestows a whiff of her perfume
He allows himself to rest, as, into her safety he slides
As, with the darkness, his love for her, he confidesPas a Pas se va luènh
