Free Verse

It is the same, she’s like my free verse, I wrote, while I was in bed longing, for night’s magical touch. And, as the lamp’s light tingles my thought, I remember her sweetness that my senses overflow with it. It is the same, she’s like my free verse, but only she’s even lovelier, than before and full of life. She’s lying down, close to me, snatching weary spirit, from being out of love, by her breathe, by her sensual lips. And, this great longing---the erotic pleasure, is now buried in the night.