*The bright eyed bard makes her way to the tree, impaling her small note upon a thorn. With wistful sigh and a weary shake of her head she turns and walks off.*
A shadow comes, strong and sure
The new moon hides his face
In the light of a thousand stars
I cannot see him
No words spoken, his tongue or mine
Brush of breath upon my hair
His lips burn my own, a scorching flame
Fingers clutch shoulders
A frantic need, desire or lust
One cannot be close enough
Flesh crushed against flesh
Nails scratch bare skin
Dew-kissed grasses cool and so soft
A dream of fevered heart
Wishes unspoken, merely thought
Will he come, will he go?
A cry in the silent night, I wake up alone.
A shadow comes, strong and sure
The new moon hides his face
In the light of a thousand stars
I cannot see him
No words spoken, his tongue or mine
Brush of breath upon my hair
His lips burn my own, a scorching flame
Fingers clutch shoulders
A frantic need, desire or lust
One cannot be close enough
Flesh crushed against flesh
Nails scratch bare skin
Dew-kissed grasses cool and so soft
A dream of fevered heart
Wishes unspoken, merely thought
Will he come, will he go?
A cry in the silent night, I wake up alone.