I await his approach,              
    Time is standing still,
      Where is he, I wonder,
        As the night drifts towards me like a prowler 
           with the uncertainty of whether I will feel him again,

 Though he does not know and I am not sure,
    I treasure him like a gem in the eye of the beholder,
       The diamond in the rock that has hundreds of years to form
         and bursts outward into my grasp so that I may embrace it 
           within my bosom and hold it there for eternity,

 Time still passes and I am comforted by the thought of him,
   As I dance in the rain and as the ocean crashes against my naked skin,
     In the quiet of the storm I feel his presence near me,

 With the touch of his mouth I feel his masculinity embracing me,
   Consuming me,
     Taking control of me,
       All of me,

 When he nears the realm of my existence, I quiver,
    He is so innocent and gentle,
      I pierce through my coverings and stand in my naked flesh,

 Awaiting his next move and hoping for just a slight touch,
   One of which would last me for a lifetime,
     Just one would fulfill the emptiness I feel,
       Just one may damn me,

 But the comfort I need and want, he possesses,
    Nowhere to go but forward,
      But I am forced to turn away,
        What he possesses is too much,
          Too great,
            Too overwhelming,

 I cannot,
   But I must,
     I want to cry and shatter where I stand,
        Desire, Passion, Lust, Need, Want,
           All Within the Stranger,
              The Animal,
                The Unknown,
                   The Comforter.