This is a poem I wrote about the feeling of sex with out love and what you feel soon there after. The desires of the body are so strong that you are willing to do any for the needs of the flesh. And in the moment that can confuse the excitement, through passions as being love. But behind the ray of illusions is just a reflection the emptiness that will actually feel. Once the waves of sensuous desire settle; the dreaded reflection of the dark sky takes hold inside of you. It is nothing more than just a passing pass of the dark moon baring down upon you.