The Touch of Midnight's Falling

The touch of midnight's falling
calling out on burning skin
shadows trace and soft embrace
the places that he's been
Heart's delight in shades of night
like smoke to drift and still
spectered shade to serenade
and play as thoughts reveal
Warming lips and fingertips
to softly glide and kiss
shadows trace and soft embrace
and slowly reminisce
Heat ablaze within her gaze
and time fades not his calling
burning rush on skin to flush
in touch of midnight's falling