Tonight feels electric

Those cool, hushed hours 
where shadows stretch and yawn, 
when we gather beneath the watchful gaze of streetlamps, 
two souls entwined in a ritual of whispers— 
the world outside slips into a muted hush, 
as if waiting for our secrets to unfurl.

He, my beautiful friend, lover of years gone by, 
twice my age but ageless in the way he speaks— 
a maestro conducting symphonies of night cities, 
his voice a bridge across cultures and silence. 
We dive into the richness of what it means to be alive:   
the scent of jasmine on warm summer air,   
the distant hum of laughter spilling from open windows. 

With each meeting, I am drawn deeper— 
into his fantasies woven with threads of daring and desire.   
Tonight feels electric as he shares visions:   
we are wild things roaming streets lined with gold light,   
skin brushing against skin, as whispers break through darkness.

His words pulse with primal energy,   
each syllable igniting something dormant within me—   
an inferno wrapped in silk sheets and moonlight.   
I feel alive in this moment—a flicker caught between breaths;   
his soul meets mine like constellations colliding.

No one else exists here; only us—   
a pair navigating this labyrinth called intimacy.   
The thrill dances on the edge of our conversation:   
what we could become if we dared to dream together. 

I would not trade him for anyone else in this universe— 
for these moments are sacred pieces stitched into my heart; 
every Thursday after midnight is a lovestory we rewrite together—   
tender threads binding us under the veil of night’s embrace.

[2021]