In the pitch dark, one seeks the other
Like two magnets of opposite poles
The soft and the hard wrestle together
Strong turns weak, mighty the weak grows
In the pitch dark, modesty is a stranger
Instinct overcomes fear and shame
Lust becomes love and love begets lust
Lovers defy all rules of the game
In the pitch dark, lips stop talking
Moving like snakes they go on a hunt
They hiss and bite with wanton glee
Bare their joy with moans and a grunt
In the pitch dark, bodies peel covers
And shiver a little tho'
simmering hot
A tight embrace calms the surging tremors
Pressing them close, more than naught
In the pitch dark, fingers go amok
They touch and glide over every eager cell
They press and feel and trace little rounds
Sailing up and down they leave a pleasing trail
In the pitch dark, limbs come off the hinges
They tangle and clasp and try many a hold
They wiggle in the gaps, slide up and down
In their midst sweet adventures unfold
In the pitch dark, bodies do not rest
There is no end to their hot romance
They express feelings in creative ways
And do all they can in an inspired dance
In the pitch dark, there is no sleep
Lovers unceasingly move, push and pull
Their energy flows in an endless flow
Sleepless they are, and their souls restful
Abhay
B. Joshi