In the wildness of the night,
when the stars were veiled
by the silvery grey clouds,
and the moon had ruled the roost.
I hark back to your soulfully intoxicated
love that reigned over me,
in the wildness of the night.
The space around burned in passion.
The heaven had came down,
entered a life groaning in pleasure,
while the scorpion of love
bit me all over in leisure.
The steady movement of the scorpion,
carpeted all of me,
injected me with love poison, overwhelmingly.
Deeply immersed in the intoxication,
My body tripped in ecstasy.
Like the venomous grey clouds of the night,
insaneness enveloped my bones and skin.
The peerless moonlight in the dark,
authoritative of the wildness,
shed a soft glow,
while the scorpion of love
warmed the skin slowly and slowly.
I hark back to your irresistible scent.
The heavy breath,
while your skin chafed mine.
The intense dance of insanity around.
The alluring scorpion bites,
which numbed me, euphorically.
Breathing the contentment,
feeling your love all over me,
I had wish to die,
drowning in your intoxicated love,
in the wildness of the night.
– Kritika Vashist
From the Soul to the nib of the Pen 