Silk, The Rose

Silk, the rose passed gently along my ache  
where long dormant senses wake  
every move you make  most incredible  
as whispered eyes move close to rest  
 
Pain, you have lain too long  
through the recesses of my time  
 
Rewind, I have taken back my mind  
as fingers glide towards the spine  
worn down pages flipped over and  
the hunger fades the blues  
 
No sequels written, it is as if ...  
satin slides the night  
touches wont ignite