Pressing my fingertips to the soft curve of your mouth,
i call you out from darkness, willing you to me
In dreams i move silent to seek you out
drawing back the sheets, i invoke thee

Focus that keen and wandering thought upon me,
put aside your watchful god
lose yourself in what the goddess has bestowed me
prick your finger upon this rose

My lips repeat every gesture,
my hips follow the plan of your hands,
you say you’ve known this a thousand years
i drink your soul and you understand…

That i could conjure your lust with my kisses,
spin your desire into the hem of my cloak,
wear your mouth like a charm between my breasts
and taste the shudder that i provoke.