The Noir

In this lonely bed I lie
Longing for the touch
Of the man for which I pine
Longing for the rush

Long nights are slow to end
Time is endless while alone
With the memory of when
A time I should atone

For each hour with you
Left me longing for more
Even though they are not new
Remembrances of the noir

This night is dark and bleak
I spend in solitude
I know from whence I speak
I recall the mood

And the heartbreak
Crying silently in the abyss
All this I would forsake
With just one more kiss