Slowly coming in the night, Her moonlit breasts, her thighs, That promise of delights to come, Of joys before we rest, I see them still, Swaying larger with each step Until they fill my sight And vanish in the detail, Flesh and scent and touch And more, The love, the trust, the sweet desire Of passion felt with no regret, No doubt, no fear, Just love, sweet love, my love, Slowly coming in the night.