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Let tonight be red, red as a glowing conflagration usually is. As a fiery meteor crashes upon the earth, so these argent moonbeams kiss your eyelids, and enkindle the fire of concupiscence, which, for me, is more psychedelic than the lunar bliss. In you I observe my microcosm; the sleek plateau of your forehead is covered with silken strands of hair which resemble the numerous tributaries of Nile. Let me bathe in your scarlet cherries— those lips whose waves are as graceful as the breakers of Florida. Tonight is short; before the vapoury clouds blur the moon, let us explore the mystic alleys of love; let the moon teach us the craft of hallucination– delirious sacred love, devoid of sanity and composure, floats on the turbulent current of Atlantic, without a destination. Can we forget the bounds of superego? Transcending the stagnation of mind and soul, take me all the way with you, to the utopian paradise, that we may resemble the first parents of mankind before they were unashamed of their nakedness. And you, my Eve, with you I crave to savour the senses, the gustatory exhilaration. Thus with the language of silence, ah, singe our desire, gifted by God, without transgressing His mandate. Close your eyes, fade into an inebriated trance; from the burnt ashes of love, a new Phoenix will rise. 26th February, 2020

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