Carpe Noctem

Perhaps I should say, that to some,

it is not gray, but simple fun,

to me it was more - for my heart,

does not know when to stop, or start.

She would enter, when she left me alone,

then to undress, hours to moan,

when she was done and sore,

i could finish, she wanted no more.

Coming back home, I was left on the mantle,

untouched and forgotten, stranger on cantle,

I’d live for those moments, once a week,

the time between, and nights so bleak.

No longer I say, I live for myself,

let them judge, I will not be on that shelf,

maybe it was me that kept her so blue?

forced us to leave this house built for two.