Erotic literature

Lights

edwardhopper
It’s half past nine
Time for you to shine
 
I sit here waiting
For you anticipating
 
There you are
So close yet so far
 
Every night
My eyes burn bright
 
Always yearning for
A knock on your door
 
The touch of your skin
For me a wide grin
 
A pull of your hair
Not just an affair
 
Taking your body
Like there’s nobody
 
Feeling your breath
A thousand sweet deaths
 
Perhaps one day
I’ll come out and play
 
And take a few bites
Under your lights