Two bodies enveloped in passion and fear,
Satisfy needs as companions in trade.
'Till morning breaks, they'll hold each other dear
Then part, leaving ghosts of the passion they made.
Her lips on his neck must have burned in his mind,
For now on the airplane, five hours from her,
He knows that this lady was one of a kind
As all nights before her have swirled in a blur.
She'll always remember the warmth of his hands,
How gently they traced every curve of her skin.
He ran his long fingers through ebony strands
And broke through her walls to the lady within.
