Raining to empty entire black thick on sky,
Blowing too hard to spare any window glass,
Shut the storm out, try searching sight of thy.
Lit up two candles, never wish night to pass,
Both kill dark, standing burning on,
Like fire of desire in hearts; going on and on.
Eagerness grows up, difficult becomes to wait,
Enwrapped in pink bed sheet, in blood and flesh
Wink at me mischievously, Alas! My fate.
Disappear magnificence. Wishes craving to embrace.
I want her, my her seeking-and-hiding,
I call her name, she pacing and gliding.
Standing smiling behind study’s oak table,
Playing with my vision like fairy of fable.
Caught on staircase , the lady in the pink,
Surrender her to me, imprisoned in grip,
Pinned to the wall, allowed to slip her pink
Neither heard drizzling nor stormy wind-trip.
Talking we in whispers, Locked our eyelids,
Automated by magic driven by hundred cupids
Palms talking to palms, lips meeting with lips,
Knocks on your cheeks, my breathing slips.
Wind keeps hammering,
Candles keep burning,
Rain keeps pouring,
We keep melting…
