The ignited souls

She wakes me up
from my meditation and
wishes that I keep awake
with her whole night.
Although my exhausted body
and mind protested in the
beginning,
But as she ran her
tongue on spaces marked by
veins and arteries of
unmistakable protrusions, 

I decided to agree and embrace
the night as it came,
dark, liquid and full of
green moss,
and she- like an electric spark,
igniting our souls.