Come to me, let us dine
on fantasies dreamt,
yours and mine.
Neath the wintered starry sky,
that brings warmth
by our muted sigh.
Touch of lips to burning skin
dance of tongues
births passion again.
How these lingered thoughts persist,
for passion's call
we could not resist.
And dream away of times before ...
where by love
we sought ecstasy explored.
Come my love with me tonight,
so many dreams
lost from our sight.
Here once more lies the chance
for lovers to know
sweet pleasures of romance.
Tarry not, my sweet, time not awaits;
for love we've known
when our paths crossed by fate.
12/21/01 © Chelle
