Tenderness of kisses so intense,
as I lay down upon this bed of black silk.
To taste of you makes me breathe,
a little easier in this world of chaos.
For you are my rock in the raging hell,
known as our lives so insecure.
Yet we carry on the embrace of life,
taste of me, taste of my sensual love.
Never leave me behind in the darkness,
for I shall lose my way so deep.
Egregious times are these so close,
yet we know they are fading to black.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020