Haunting

Perhaps it was the manner
of which you slid upon my senses,
something silky smooth did soothe
my former apprehenses.
Dark and velvet angel
grinding hard upon my being,
visions done by circumstance
your face is all I'm seeing.
Certain that it's soon to pass
for night must break to day,
and morning comes to kill my dreams
and chase your love away.
Oh but for those fevered sheets
the place of your distraction,
I calmly wait and contemplate
your coming satisfaction.
You're my nightly waterfall
engulfing as it rinses,
silky smooth in dreams she moves
and slides upon my senses.