With the onset of every single twilight
While body gets drowsy and worn out
My desperate mind pines and craves
For a gentle and soft touch of yours...
Antsy hands eager with a burning desire
To feel warmth of your charming curves.
The feral flames thereby generated
In the stillness and quietude of night
Coerce me to struggle for survival
In breathless moments of burning desire
Of immersing and quenching this thirst
In the fire of your body, mind and soul.
