2 am; wild awake, in this vast house
possessed with echoes, I can hear still
your words in the stillness of the night.
On this empty bed loneliness now dwell
where you took my innocence, I now
recount our affair – loud and fierce.
Shame, at this unholy hour, I’m ready
to take a plunge into the realm of ecstasy, but
I’m earth-bound without you – uptight.
Come let’s have joy; let’s Bliss exhaust
in ways, only Love can fulfill
before Dusk’s unseen fingers seize the skylight.
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