Covered by a veil of darkness
the Queen of Night sits perched
by candlelight; etched in a pose
of stillness as the voice of her lover
dances in an echoed reverberation.
This steady pulse of his voice
makes her become wet with desire.
Here within the depths of ebony
she awaits the illusive that hides
in hallowed halls of a fantastic
dreamscape about to come true.
Her skin warm to the touch,
her gaze piercing yet obscured.
She is his Seductress and Dream come
true knowing how her mind works and
gazing upon her silhouette as it flickers
in the candlelight as he moves slowly
down the hallway closer to making love