You didn't want a dozen red roses Or a box of chocolates No cards or balloons No cute stuffed animals All you wanted was me I wanted to see you smile I wanted to hold your hand I wanted to hear your voice

Where oh where is my beloved... Reminiscing ... He crouches at her window as some great gargoyle of lore. His breath frosts the windowpanes, hinting at his needs. Hair of silk ribbons spun of hematite

Endless night Exhaustion non-existent The passion, lust and desire Craving, hunger and ache, All intertwined into one If she would touch me, Even with her fingertips My senses would explode Our legs tangled