The Long Kiss Goodnight
We spent the last few hours of the evening
lying in each others arms
with attentive eyes and ears... and hands,
and lips passionately roaming over heated skin;
and we only broke the silence
when drops of emotions burst like raindrops
crashing into the ground
during the hours of intimacy that unfolded
like a pocket-handkerchief handed to a lady
in her moment of need.
It was dreadful to tear ourselves away
from a love that seemed a lifetime in coming...
just when we would find the moment
desire would snatch it away,
and we'd have to start all over again, and again
outlasting the rain that had fallen outside,
and the soft-scented candle that burned
across the room.
Feelings had us climbing walls
even though there were none to be found between us,
and this was only goodnight...
not good-bye.
Eventually... the passion subsided .... and my cup was empty
