Sweet siren songs of dawn,
birds chirping by the window,
purple skies before daylight breaks,
this starlight afterglow;

The veil of fog has lifted,
carrying with them, my dreams,
awake now, unconscious still,
I lay silent in my screams;

Her soft fingers caress my neck,
tightening as she cums,
pressing down upon my chest,
paralyzed, I succumb;

With all my will, I breathe again,
breathe her into my lungs,
and pull myself to consciousness,
to which I’m morbidly strung;

As I arrive,
in the waking world,
I leave her behind in the dark;

Till I close my eyes,
and return to her,
paralyzed forever, in her heart.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar