Haiku of a love story.

I meet you at night,

your heart takes over the place,

you start existing.

I open a door,

softly, gently, you come in:

Slowly, I'm falling.

Shy at first touch,

you taste the coffee of my lips,

I taste your wine.

Back to the moonlight,

I now dream, no sense of sleep:

Sweet, wet, hard, you dreams.

On the rails we kiss,

I hug you over two wheels,

you kiss me naked.

I fear my wounds; 

you heal every doubt away:

my heart takes over.