Night Bliss (Poem)

 Nighty Bliss.                                   

 

Another night to savour,

Within my chamber I clench,

Into my source of endless bliss,

My east window shu
dder,

Like I was hit with a icy touch,

Each plank beneath my bed,

Cries to the enclosed celling,

With envy unconcealed,

And honest joy for work well done.

 

Of many wasted nights,

Another night to savour,

Working my way down below,

Which shine like diamond in the brightest glow,

as aromatic collision of fruitful thrusts,

Fills my every muscles to the brim,

Beholding a gigantic Bazooka,

Of warmest and softest of feelings,

Wiped clear all dark memories of me,

Unhinging sweet comfort from her slippery door,

The abode of stripped estacy,

Unknown to a greenhorn like me,

Ruthlessly injecting passions_dreams of blissful wonder,

Yet very little time_found the right way of living life.