Night of love in the empty bed and with her in it

I am lying on my back in the empty bed

The bed barren and dead

With her not beside me in the bed

Still the yearning for her and her memories

Keep churning the emotions in me

Keep imagining how it feels so sweet and hot

When she is beside me snuggling close to me

With our hands wrapped around each other a blanket

I drift to sleep with her memories

Then she really arrived and moved in to the bed

Oh wow! How I and her happy to touch and feel each other

Snuggling close for real, wrapping the hands around for real

Triggering a tsunami of emotions, mounting passions

I searching her havens she letting me find them

To find and be lost in her, she in me in the loving merger

Here is the real night of love tasting honey

Each moment, hour till late into the night

Love brewing a hot storm, a torrential shower

Drenching we ride into the heavens

Me entrenched in her havens, night of love, bliss!

Nights that ensue are nights of love

Encore of the love enacted on her day of coming

Barren dead bed before her and live raging bed after her

Is the story of the bed and the night of love

The story goes on, me and her enacting it

-Mohan Sanjeevan