Nightwalker How nice it would be, to go strolling with thee, clad only in darkness, so no one could see. Covered in shadow, cloaked with the night, wearing nothing but skin, just because it feels right. There's only the breeze, and the moon in the trees, and the lusterous flesh, of a man on his knees. The darkness holds secrets that two men may share, but tonight it won't happen, 'cause I'm here, and you're there.

© 2006 Luz Rojo