She Don’t Like The Lights

The candlelight was doused,

And the curtains were drawn,

As her twinkling chocolate brown eyes,

Adjusted to the darkness,

Silver on her finger was the only other object that shined.

He drew her closer to him,

And embraced her in a warm hug,

For he knew,

She liked hugs more than the kisses,

And that, she don’t like the lights.

Warm breath on her neck,

A soft whisper in her ear,

And a passionate kiss on her lips,

She liked the dark,

Where she would share him with no one else.

The nights watch was no more a problem,

The sandalwoods were no more precious,

The silent companion was no more an intruder,

The shooting star somehow knew,

She don’t like the lights.

On the other side of midnight,

In a fairy tale world,

Where the Pandora’s Box lay unopened,

In the darkness, they kissed and they loved,

For she don’t like the lights.