Her nails maroon
The silk rob hardly hiding her slender curves
Curly hair all around
To her near perfect face
She leaned
looked me with all the love
She her eyes could carry and said
"Love is not physical, who knows it better? My Noble one"
Did her lips brush mine?
Leaving the fading scent of finest wine?

She moved to her side of the bed
Losing herself in a sleep
That kept me awake
Night after night

I wrapped the clock,
Closed the doors behind me
Drums were fading to the depth of the night
Few miles away by the alleys

By the haystack, she stood
Her legs still shivering from the last dance
Her body smelling sweat and sweet
Her dark eyes carrying the heaviness of root beer
Smoke from her cheap cigarettes
Dragging me to her
She wrapped slender legs around me
and said "Hurt me like nobody ever did, The Noble one"