It's the Time of the Day...

It’s the time of the day When my friend lurking all day came alluring Pulling me on to the bed of romance Lost and caught in her cobwebs of passion I cuddled her with artistic hands And with a lover’s deft touch, I caressed her Struggling and wriggling with pained-pleasure of love Her skin so pure, so pristine Light, rich and fluidy was her black blood Oh! It was her first time! Oh! It felt like it’s my first time Lone long evening, in a desert of a house Lone like survivors of plane crash in middle of a nowhere Save for a peeping white fluorescent An indifferent radio set And a compromising notepad It’s the time of the day For my new black pen and I And our copulation conceived for us: Creases of these poetic lines.