In the stillness of the night, I yearn,
For the touch of you, my heart does burn.
A sexy angel, my desires ignite,
In dreams of you, I lose the fight.

Your skin, a canvas of pure delight,
Holds secrets of passion, pure and bright.
I crave the taste, the feel, the fire,
A symphony of senses, a lover’s choir.

Your lips, a nectar I long to kiss,
In their absence, my soul feels amiss.
The curve of your body, a sculptor’s dream,
In my lonely nights, you reign supreme.

The warmth of your touch, a soothing flame,
Without you near, it’s never the same.
My fingertips yearn to trace each line,
Of your body’s grace, so divine.

I miss the way your whispers tease,
The way your presence puts me at ease.
Every moment apart, a cruel test,
For in your arms, I find my rest.

Oh, come to me, my angel fair,
Let me taste your love, beyond compare.
Feel you against me, skin on skin,
In your embrace, my world begins.