The Intimate Night

When the Sun hides in the horizon

to make way for darkness;

When birds fly back to their nests;

When the silence of night rhymes with the steady and constant chirping of crickets;

When the dancing of the lonely moon lures the eyes that are filled with passion;

It is all okay to be naked in the dark,

lay bare your soul before the very eyes of your man;

For the acts you perform, there is no way in or way out, just a circle of repetition that would exhaust your body;

When the shiny and free-flowing hair gets entangled in the barbaric hold of your man;

When your lustrous skin is torn off from his hard grab;

When your eyes gleams with love;

When your man gave all he had, and

When you realize that sex is sacrosanct, the Sun reluctantly rose above the horizon to lay its first light on you,

Like a wilted flower you lay,

Exhausted but content.

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