I made love to the silent night..
Writhing on the ground
As my chest heaved high and low
My hair lay lazily on my back
Tingling splendidly as the wind blow.
I made love to the dark night..
Sounds of civilization at a distance, afar.
Making music to my ears.
Singing merciful psalms
Causing sears to my fragile heart.
I gave in to the mighty night..
My soul in its hand
Like a molten rock
Burning the night as much as I burned
A slave to the lonesome Earth.
I was spent to the enigmatic night...
An explosion that rocked my deepest core
Encompassed by a blinding light
In a moment of ecstatic overjoy
I lost all my worldly might.
I made love to the powerful night.
phew! that was orgasmic!!
ReplyDeleteAwesome build up. awesome use of words. loved the poem and love the title. Great work!
Thank you So much!
ReplyDeleteAppreciate you commenting here. :)
an effort to Reassign sexuality of my erotic black lady 'laila' (the night). i am glad she became a masculine black chocolate,after your surgery. It would have disappointed me if i saw my 'laila' in a transgenderic form
ReplyDeleteHehehehe, I guess we all have a sort of deep spiritual connection with a particular time of the day or season, this was my attempt to write a dedication to our lovely night. :)
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