My lover has brown and beautiful eyes
That I love to get lost in.
Their dark hair are like streams of pleasure, flowing till the waist is touched.
I trace my fingers on their skin,
Electric impulses are on my skin.
Our lips meet like how morning dew gently blesses the leaves.
My lover has brown and beautiful eyes,
Prettier than the moon and the night skies.
Our hands mould like running water on rocks.
On long nights, I am unaware where they end and I began.
Our bodies are tangled,
Their touch is hot and cold at once.
I shiver beneath their presence.
The mystery of love has now been known.
I once believed that pleasure was paramount,
Your gentle kisses have given me greater joy and I revere
My lover who has brown and beautiful eyes.

The moon and the stars
are so beautiful when I look at them with
Drunken romance in my eyes.
The low hanging moon reminds me vainly
Of my lover's brown and beautiful eyes.
The stars spread out on the inky charcoal of night have painted
My destiny so that it collided
with that of my lover.
The dark blue and blackish expanse of the night sky above my head
Feels so magical like my lover's
dark hair touching my face.
The night lingers on like a sweet melody
One that reminds me of them.
The calm sounds of nocturnal birds
Alive at this hour reminds me of
Passionate and sleepless nights.
In this midnight hour, these animals of prey
Devour their prey, satisfying
Their long drawn hunger,
Just like you and me.
Very much alive in the devil's hour,
When the fog of madness and passion
Descended upon us like the mist settling in the treetops at night.
At night, we became one,
As you bit my skin and drew out blood.
You devoured me in mad hunger,
As the jackals howled sarcastically almost taunting that our love was a bad omen.