The sun slips into the dark embrace of the night
Softly and silently without remorse.

Between their satin sheets, legs entwine in a passionate play.
The winds picks up the murmur of sweet nothings and orgasmic sighs
and gently rest them at my window.

I toss on the wide expanse of my own bed,
Pretending to ignore the fantasy
That unfolds in my mind.

Then anger swells at my loneliness.
Silence sniggers in the room;Staring out of dark and empty spaces.
The dildo makes a mockery of my empty simulations.

I curse the day you left me,
Curse the day you loved me,
Cursed the day I ate the forbidden fruit
and lost the simple pleasures of the garden of Eve.