he calls to me every night, <br /> the evermore feeling of pleasure <br /> and delight. <br /> <br /> to tap on my window, <br /> to knock on my door, <br /> i know that he is here evermore. <br /> <br /> the feel of his caress, <br /> in the pale moonlight <br /> oh, it calls to me so. <br /> <br /> midnight lover, <br /> a dream, <br /> a song. <br /> <br /> midnight lover, <br /> you will always belong, <br /> <br /> to feel the touch of his fingers across mine, <br /> to enjoy the bliss of his wamth against mine, <br /> face to face, <br /> kiss to kiss. <br /> <br /> midnight lover, <br /> a dream, <br /> a song. <br /> <br /> midnight lover, <br /> you will always belong, <br /> <br /> <br /> Midnight Lover<br /><br />Darlene Belcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midnight-lover-3/
