The Night

You not interested in knowing my mind, But your only keen attraction is on my external being. My interior is nothing you concern to know, So you gaze at physicality, And not at the comprehension that obtain in I. The intoxication of our lips pressed as one, Brings the dissolved moisture of your inside to surge down your thighs, And has the nipple aroused for love manufacture. You take the diversion that seeks from my mouth, And takes it as the delightful moment in your life. You thrust your body on pinnacle of mines, And have my hands melted into yours like, Ice cream on a scorching summer day. You endure the lust to seek out of you, But your nervous that it may petrified the love you desire to request for inside. So we adage in a dialogue, And you sense my terminology touch your soul. We continue to amuse each other for hours, And then your temptation insincerity clutches no longer. The being of you attacks me, Kissing hard and passionate, Pressing your body deep into mines, And feeling the beating of my empathy thump numerously for yours. So through all the exotic obsession of devotion, The construction of desire is seeking out of your pours onto me. But once the construction of love making has ended, And the night turns into day; We terminate the perception of one another. Cause once again, The night of instance adore creation, Has shattered the existence of love to be formed.