Redlayn

Her presence intoxicating as the smell of sweet honey

her touch sends shivers down deep to the marrow of my bones

her gaze icy yet it burns me and everything within

every time I pray to hold her just for a minute longer

yet when the sun comes up she is no longer there my silent wish unanswered

the sheets next to me devoid of her warmth yet full of her fragrance

I sigh and close my eyes only to meet her again in my dreams

Made by Red.