#19 touches of love

A velvet cloak adorns me,
  black straps complete the performance,
midnight walks on moonlit sands,
  hands running, searching for a perfect, fit grip,

I jump into the ethereal,
  but sadly, my left foot stuck between the plane,
I saw lips blowing a flute at the moment,
  how I wish, it was my lips not the flute,
  so he can fill me in part of him,

one gaze from his seductive eyes,
can set my heart on fire,
  one touch from him,
  can raise my hips higher,
one kiss from his irresistible lips,
create such deep desires,
  and the lips on my lips,
  teach me the meaning of power,

we lay upon the sand,
  exhausted but satisfied,
midnight holds no power,
to chill the love that burns,
  I am sorry, honey,
  I left my scars on your back,
I got a hickey on my neck as well,

  he maybe fully mine for the night,
and now I have found fingers to be intertwined with,
  I will never let it go, anymore,
because I know I will be safe in his embrace.