Timid is the night & gentle is the fevered touch. Silky smooth is the caressing touch of a warm nights passion. Passion filled oblivion embraces & cradles the pulsating storm of emotions raging. Tension builds taught as the scorched nerves become inflamed. All thought becomes clouded & reality faded into a hazy dream. Heightened senses burst free into space & slowly every thing gently falls back to Earth. In the sweet warmth & darkness a dream sleeps, awaiting for the day it is to be awakened. Days full of tender memory & nights full of electric romance flow along gently. Pain & fear spread through out the minds eye for several grueling hours. Like a calming dream in a passing storm...a small fragile life is born. Life its self is reborn once again.