... This is his queue.
He emerges upon you, silent and stealth
like a vampire to the night.
You never heard him approach.
He is a breeze to your ear, he whispers,
"Tonight, keep your eyes closed...
relax and release all passions over to me ..."
He seduces you ...
you are not afraid.
Serenade of his voice like honey is sweet.
Cycloned clouds of fog away,
replaced with heat from his furnace,
blowing smoke signals in your ear.
He is not touching you at all,
but your body is vibrating,
humming, it's magnetic,
pulling him there...
Continues in the book 'MidKnight Rendezvous'