In the pitch dark



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