White Satin
As the day closes its curtains
And the light of the sun dies
The ebony perfection of night
Reviles itβs glory to the world
The soft perfect calling of night
Opposed to the abrasion of day
Conceals the celestial sin of lovers
As they lay in the joy of darkness
Soft white satin peaking against
Their flesh, cooled in the sweet
Subdued silence of the love
Performing night
They moan as the night comes
And their sins are concealed
By the secrecy of blackness
In the covertness of stars
But in summer the nights
Are short and lovers
Are afforded less time in
The sweet sinful embrace
Of love and lust and passion
So they lay in white satin sheets
Even in the day and pray
They arenβt seen in sin
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