My Friend

You say I gotta find my dye,
pulsing in my pores.

You tell me that I can serve you
when I'm fit to ramble and scramble,
letting go of my pride.

Days ago you reminded me again,
as I smelled your delicious scent....
wafting in the moonless night.

All I really want is your warm embrace....
the touch of your hot breath brushing my cheek,
the fury of your dreams warming our sheets....
as we sleep in silence.