Soul…

The night is mine

The darkness’s languor

Sweet love

Sweetest succour.

Thoughts of you

When are welcome

To you do I

Surrender now.

The light time hours

Are given to them

The world and its wife

The lust, the bedlam.

In the solitude of dark

Opens up my soul

Questing its matching piece

Giving up every thought foul.

Evening’s allure on me

A siren song it casts

Promises of wildest love

Deepest love holds me fast.

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