• Moonlit nights were never so fought.
    Night after night of wondering
    if you would ever come.
    My dreams would grasp you,
    but it never satisfide my hunger.
    The longing for your touch.
    The hunger for a simple look.
    Those eyes to look into me and scream "MINE".
    I wait, silent in my covers.
    Wishing that you would arive.
    As I've lain under the moon,
    and stars have gone past.
    As dust burys me,
    and snow chills me,
    I long for the haunting lust in your soul.
    Mine ever creeping for your words.
    Mine crying out for your touch.
    I just lie now underground,
    Knowing that the touch will never come.
    Knowing that lust is so far off.
    Yet still the hope of my soul screams...
    And keeps me yearning for you.
    Night after night I wonder,
    If the lust I feel is the same you do.