Night cloaks your lithe frame like a mother hugs her child away from harm. The concrete jungle echos your footsteps, mocking your yearning. A single heartbeat, desire courses through you, a slow poison traveling through your veins. It numbs all else, if you were to feel a thing. Craving is the only thing you feel. The sidewalk's mimic of your prowling steps is a beat, refusing to leave you be. Sirens call out to the lonely night, daring for you to take a chance. You've become greedy in your lusting; is one not enough?
One is never enough. It will satisfy, but when you've no other obligations... and tonight, you don't. The calendar is as clear as the empty alley you walk down. You look up, to the orange glow of the street lamp. Don't sunsets have the same tint? You haven't seen the sun properly in so long. Light teases you like an old girlfriend, shepherding you to sleep as soon as it greets the dark streets in which you dwell. You look up at the moon, the stars; only they have seen you