Infatuation

Lying next to him in sheets of black
the contrast to his skin amazes
his shadowed eyes are closed and lax
ignoring my fire inside.

His body's cold, and smooth, and white
I reach for him, but something changes
for once I'm wishing for the light
just so I can look in his eyes.

Lying next to me in sheets of red
my burning need for him still rages
and once I taste his satin lips
I'll know if we're going to divide.
I'm hesitant to taste his kiss-
I don't want the fire to die.