M) Warm Scent of Midnight

I will be
the warm scent of midnight
sliding
over your skin,
the slow sweet sensuality
that aches
at your belly
and thighs.

I will be
the invisible fingers
that brush at your cheek
and trace the smile
on your lips.

I will be
the hot breath
of the demon
at your neck
with pointed ivory
knives of pleasure.

I will slip
between the folds
of your unconsciousness
and sing
to the rhythm
of your dreams.

I will rise and fall
with your breath,
and enfold you
in gentle silence.

Your blood
will be my blood,
your heart
will be my heart,
and together
they will race
in the darkness,
towards the dawn.