• elisha_short 5w

    NYCTOPHILIA

    Lo,
    Behold!
    A moonless night.
    My Maiden,
    why don't you smile
    to illuminate the path
    unto tryst,
    where we shall caress the night,
    drenched in our affection
    of a thousand kisses.
    Let us be amorous,
    as the swans of Hugh,
    devoted towards this cold night,
    the Nymphs whisper of
    In sonorous melodies.
    My Maiden,
    hurry now
    while it is a moonless night.
    For let us find warmth
    In our embraces
    through this tender night,
    that shall be
    remarkable through
    the ages to come.
    ©elisha_short