While the moon sits just under the clouds
and chilly winds rock the trees,
swaying to the flow of some splendid melody
hidden within the pounding percussion of hearts
he and she both having vowed to be together
a sacrament for life, in the real sense
each hunt treasure in the other, fervent,
in the oldest game on earth
at the end of which she hides it within herself
while he remains a slice of the pleasure
around the enchanting curve of her spine
gobbling every pleat of her body.
She wilfully trains her mind and body
to seek pleasure in pains, in all intensity,
consider it as her absolute chunk,
sheds pride in gaily great physique,
the size and shape of it till then she fostered
processes her blood to turn into white
gives up sleep while others eschew hatred
and truly her sacrifices get rewarded
having placed next to the Creator.
