Midnight Persuades my way....

Stranger moons have passed, it seems an eternity since my eyes held images of you.
Stolen glances under honeysuckle scents, if you asked anyone, anyone at all, they would have told you, no, pure of heart, soul filled with spirit, but we knew, we knew that only passion filled nights could tell our story. Shades of midnight guide my way, each step I take, each shallow breath I take....
 
Frosted sipping glass hold elixir to have way with inhibitions, allows places to be yearned and craved, craved in a different hunger, no one can satisfy a ravenous craving such as this, these stolen moments feed that hunger, I starve now...