She is the night

It amazes me how her breathing becomes heavy.
 How she transforms into a Goddess! Yes,I do envy.
 I love every inch of her, from her toes to nose.
I follow her steps everywhere, wherever she goes.
She is solemn after the love and fierce before
I love them both because she is the only and all I adore.
Chaos of her hair creates clouds in my mind.
The curves and plains of her body make me blind.
Her  fingers dancing between mine.
That provides happy pills throughout my spine.
She is dark like the joy of midnight in August.
She is in my everything , in my ashes, in my dust.
She resembles the majestic new moon night.
I wished to know her but got lost every time I tried.
she is my only cherished nightmare.
How will my soul leave her and live elsewhere ?
The shadiness makes me recall her.
Because she is the night ; solely mine forever.