Poetry: Greeting the Evening

Greet me Darkness with lovers lips
A sweet embrace and a honeyed tongue
Tempt me greatly away from duty
Sinfully exacting your punishment

I call thee lord, master, beautiful Prince
But none such a title as you have in my heart
Rough hands molding me, shaping me how you will

Ring my neck and lace me up
Deck me in desire and swallow me whole
I cleave unto you my champion
No mere sycophant, but a loving companion

Ever here, ever yearning, ever yours

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