It is always at night that my heart beats for what I don't have.
It's the growing dusk that has me longing for intimate closeness.
It is in the midst of twilight that my mind races with the scent of desire.
It is the pull of the moon that brings forth the torrid memories of passion that always keep me sleepless, restless and sweating.
Thinking of You.
Damn the moon to hell for its constant reminder of love lost.
~ Diginatii ~
