Pitch dark, alone, silent,
Slowly he creeps in my room,
But wanders here and there,
Unwilling to get into form,
An itch in my mind

Pitch dark, alone, silent,
Slowly he creeps in my room,
But wanders here and there,
Unwilling to get into form,
An itch in my mind,
A lustrous desire to take him in,
And enjoy wonderful pleasures,
But he refuses.

He was strong in my heart,
Shapeless, yet refusing form,
He moves weirdly,
Making me restless with pain,
Time passes by,
Threatens to leave me alone,
My plea is heard finally,
Promises to stay.

Eyes closed wait for him,
Peaceful mind clear of thoughts,
Slowly yet forcefully he gets in,
Mind completely rejuvenated,
I take him in fully,
To create a beautiful creature,
Few minutes of pain and pleasure,
To form a complete creation.

After endless pleasure,
Beads of sweat,
Trails down my forehead,
My paper complete,
End of a creation,
Ready for my readers…