Eyes awaken in an ebony night
Shadowy movements dodging the light
Wondering what it is he sees here
Could it be her, the one he held near?
Darkness continues, playing its game
The silence whispering out his name
Brushing by him, in teasing allure
Wondering how much he can endure
She playfully invades his carnal dreams
Til sunlight through the window streams
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