There were they.

After a Dark talk,

On a black wet night.

Unfurling their palms,

Twirling their faces.

The cold breeze,

Dancing on their bodies.

Instrumental melody,

Playing with their heartstrings.

Melting candles coloured,

their brown hair, golden.

The room was warm,

Their breaths were heavy.

Rain couldn't quench,

The thirst, they had.

He stayed close,

She swiftly travelled afar.

Their lips snuggled,

They made love.

It was enchanting.

The sun touched her body,

He was surprised and awake.

Never had he seen something,

So delightful.

She said, "Good Morning"

Her face now pink.

He craved for more her sighs.

As he turned around,

She was gone.

Gone like a wind,

He starred her portraits,

With equal frustration.

This was, undoubtedly,

His worst hallucination.