The Night Is Bold

A soft voice whispers,
"Love me, do"
in sultry tones
of morning dew.
I seek to find
but no one’s here
to touch, to hold
to draw me near.

The night is bold
but where are you, my love?

Wispy, there, an errant kiss
just floating on the air
touches lightly on my lips.
I quiver in anticipation.
I seek your touch,
your lips, your tongue;
but no one’s here at all.

The night is bold
but where are you, my love?

I want, I need -
such great desire
is building up inside of me.
I scream, but no one hears.
I seek to speak
but no one listens
to my uttered pleas.

The night is bold
but where are you, my love?

I feel a tingling up my spine
an energy of love divine
uplifting me, but not quite yet...
Sensational, this feel
of all insanity.

The night is bold
but where are you, my love?

Sweet the night
so bold and true
I wish I could be
holding you again...

? Michaelette ?

4/20/2001
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