The night is never ending,
but it goes so quickly.
There are fragments that are frozen,
the warmth of your desire,
just above my skin,
wild and wicked,
I am enchanted.
You are enchanting,
I am echoing the incantation,
that trips from your lips to my own,
charmed by the safety and sensuality of your arms,
their hurried hunger for me.
I am cursed,
by how the night is endless rapture,
that never seems to last long enough.