The specter of the night tiptoes soundlessly,
a life on hold.
Like a wild beast guards my way；
my emanation far within,
weeping incessantly for my sin.
The silken beauty and your supple skin,
perfumes with contentment before the night arrives.
I take my fill of your heavenly food.
A willing captive, I surrender to the rapture promised.
It restores, refreshes,nurses and sustains me,
My senses are heightened and my experience sharpened.
My existence is not about daylight.
Shadows have no place
in the dark.
The sound of your fragrance fires my imagination and
I dive deeper into your universe.
Light does not necessarily bring hope,
but darkness promises an experience of another realm.
White looks so good on you；
like an alabaster offering,
at the feet of a deity.