Dreams in emerald tones.
Whispering and slow breaths.
Soft skin radiating heat.
Bed hair and smiles.
Sitting against the cold wall,
Makes the flesh tingle and meet.
Beethoven and Mozart.
Moonlit floorboards.
Three words you love to repeat.
Sweet scent of wattle.
Counting the freckles on her cheeks,
Feeling so complete.
Tonight,
Tonight is for us, dear.
Whispering in your ear, words you want to hear
Round cheeks blushing, strong fingertips brushing
Her delicate skin
Quivering pink lips, warm curved hips
Wishful thinking, he imagines drinking
Her milk white skin
She won't sleep tonight