In the Pitch Dark
My lady called my name
Deep in the pitch dark we played a game
Tis the wonderful game of chess
But in the dark it was more of a mess
Two souls exhaled unabatedly in the dark
Their mission - one could be sure, was no lark
My entire being lurked excitingly in her garden
My thoughts - from whence camest this wonderful maiden
A degree of intense pleasure - simply unimaginable
The excitement that engulfed us - certainly indescribable
Our souls into one whole merged
Our goal, finally we have achieved
Now the night has grown much older
We lay in the pitch dark much sober
Reminiscing the immediate past encounter
Oh my gosh, lets not forget our maker
He set up this beautiful union
Indeed we shall continue to accept his communion
Copyright © Felix Abbey-Mensah | Year Posted 2010
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