Silent Moans

It is 1 am

And, I am sitting’ straight

On my bed waiting for you

The night has grown darker

and, I am up for you

silent is the night

and, empty is my glass

won’t you come home

and, pour me some red wine

sneak-in, hushed

I’ve left the door ajar

let us make some hay

When the night is dark

Touch me once

kiss me twice, make me yours

and, i'll whisper into your ears

tender silent moans

Copyright @ Ajay Pai 

May 7th 2017

Image courtesy: Pixabay 

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