The Night

Who is the prettiest woman who exudes the most charm? My cheek turns warm. You say it’s me. Certain. Without any amend. Everyday. Not just when the night’s about to end. I was wrong if I were to think there’s any man who can defeat your presence. What can I say? You hold the victory all along. The apple of my eyes. Your allure alludes to my demise. I despise. Oh, my conquest.
You watch me, you want me, you win me.

And I wish tonight will never cease. But what’s the use of the fuss? I’m at ease in knowing these: tomorrow is another day I can feel our skin in sync. I devour my desire for you at night. I savour your sweet face in the morning light. We are in favour of our flavour. Your body all over me over and over and over and over again is what I’m craving.
Nothing to be against, except our skin.

Every time passes by with you, it always feels like nouveau rendezvous that makes me feel renewed.
Oh, the empowerment to know that I am your only woman.

You are out of sight now, but I can’t get you out of my mind anyhow.
You set my soul alight. I burn for you. You’re my world, for the better, for the best, and for the worst.

So let me, let me, let me, let me always love you.

Jakarta,
2023.