The Night has Risen

The night has risen.
Here I sit alone in a room of pitch black,
Her image burned into my mind—
Curves like a winding road, a path I can't help but follow.
When she's near, I tremble, the sway in her hips lighting a fire in my veins.
Her eyes, they burn into my soul, and God, how I want her.
I want to feel her, her breasts heaving, her curves burning a hole into my mind.
I want her to take my very soul—
Yet I'm alone in the dark, and my thoughts betray me.
The night has risen, and I'm still alone.