At this hour..
When sleep is far...
But yearning is near..
When the pulse quickens at the thought of you here...
With your fingertips on my hips..
My fingertips trace your lips...
At this hour..
When temperatures rise between thighs...
Kisses to everywhere but lips mesmerize..
Euphoric feeling, damn near bliss...
My only wish..
Is that you were here to share this...
At..This..Hour..