laughter

It's the middle of the night,
I should be in slumber.
Laying awake in bed,
with thoughts of you.
Work comes in such a few hours,
yet nothing compares to you.
The screams in my soul,
have left me tired.
The screams of your name,
have left me hoarse.
My soul is incomplete.
A skeleton key to unlock the passion,
a lifetime to know the pleasure.
I should be in slumber,
but my dreams are just of you.