Dark Fantasy

You over me

Me over you,

Lets twirl under a chandelier

While the moon serenades

With the sweetest of its tunes,

Alter egos mingle,

Sounds like a sweet jingle?

Dark night seems to shower love,

Sparkling magic

Like never before;

Moist lips,

Warm breaths,

Amorous advances,

Fumbles even seem to bear

A sweet tale of its own

Roll over, rise above

Go down under,

Till the bedsheet wrinkles up

To the darkest of our fantasies,

Penetrate,

Consumate,

Obliterate,

Invigorate,

Liberate...

For the wisest of the people,

Leaves no stone unturned.

Cigarettes?

Wine?

Cuddles and night long poetry maybe?

The moon waits for its next move,

And we, for ours...