When we made love all afternoon

Innocently

you had put the curtains on

but you liked the Sunlight

trespassing the monolith wall

of your living room

you had other plans

to light a dim fluorescent light

which made you look

a lesser shade of pink

or was it your boldness

painted by a blush?

When i touched your cheeks

to verify the pink

your lips opened

voluntarily

not concealing

your vulnerability

and we kissed

in reality

or was that a metaphor

hitting on

my hallucination?

We probed each other

and there was no diagnosis

and no remedy

speed was an option

but a pale yellow light

sneaking through

the windowpane

had a message

with a wink

that the afternoon was still alive

and we had much time

to ourselves

We fired up the afternoon sun

and i shut the pink dull light

from my eyes

your curves emanated a light of their own

and your voice

accentuated the arousal

we made a meeting with our naughty selves

concealed from the afternoon

and the extended afternoon,

which many claim to be an onset of early evening

didn’t ask us to stop

we couldn’t

so we didn’t

The curtains are still not open

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