We've been slow dancing romancing in subtle prelude Wooed by cravings in our eyes hypnotized in amorous flirt Assertive glances sparked by embers remembrances of a burning fire desired remnants of heated passion Fashioned whispers, calling our names claiming our hearts to beat as one none has requited or sated Abated our harvests of love yet to reap Deep and lonely have been our nights Blighted from cold and empty arms Palm to palm we feast on each other smothered by longing; a sense of belonging