What about the night

Thoughts of you
steal into me without invite
images of your face
push all else out of sight

going crazy? not quite
but cool pam has died
to keep her sane
this she must write

the softness
in those puppy eyes
accessible to me
but to others
quite denied

lips that possess mine
starting out light
then firm and searching
building to a savage tide

rhythmic breathing
synchronised joyride
potent waves of
bestial lust defined

if i'm so consumed
in broad daylight
what about
the nights