Underground Paramour

Deep underground I keep a secret in the darkest shadow of my heart    
No one knows the silhouette imprinted from your verse has felled my ancient tree  
Dropped me to my knees with the deep dark beauty of your sensual poetry    
How I thirst for more of your words to kindle sparks that warm my shivering skin    
Growing into raging flames enlightening my night to become your shining knight    
Blistering my soul with a brand that reads with the rhyme of your pseudonym    
I only wish to hear your voice echo my name so I may breathe passionate words to you    
A fiery angel glowing from the soul making shadow puppets that play with me    
Like snow angels hat fade away each spring, the morning sun erases and burns away    
Yet their memory reveals tattoos on the walls of my mind, graffiti from my muse    
Stain me with your ink, but run not away from my wanting eyes and thirsty heart    
Your absence from my fingertips leaves me needing someone to gently touch    
But only your softness can assuage the inferno you stoke within my orbs    
My flesh trembles with desire to intermingle tenderness with delicate delicacies    
Until the thunder creates flashes from the light concealed within your soul    
And once again the shadow puppets play upon my wall, making love until the break of day