Mating with Shadows

Yearning for shadows,
to kiss and to mate with.
When it’s for real,
is like climbing a steep cliff.

Dim down the lights,
climb into my bed.
I know you want to,
it’s okay go ahead.

When you wake up,
I won’t be there.
Look in my closet,
for something to wear.

Then I get back,
it’s back to the sack.
Just one more night,
unless you put up a fight.