In the cover of darkness
no sheets are needed
to cover shyness
the nude postures
provide the clue,
am I the one to do?
what one has to do?

Rise my little friend,
the sunrise is yet far away
let’s into the wilderness of mirages stray
and
let mine not betray,
nor hers go astray.
We shall make hay
under the dim lights
if you so say,

In the cover of darkness
no sheets are needed
to cover shyness