and in the night a new love breathes
and learns to seek the heat
that means a second heart will strain
and build inside the beat.
the night is deep, his hands are firm
as i forget my fears
and, grateful, cede control to him
whom i have sought for years.
in pleasure do we two cocoon
and dread the rising dawn
which brings with it the cold, the light,
and sees that lines are drawn.
but here there are no worries yet
and i glow from his lust,
a borrowed shine that suits me well
and earns some of his trust.
so keep away from clocks, my dear,
and shy away from doors
that seek to drag you from my bed--
give me one moment more.