His breath is falling on me abruptly;
His movements are gentle like breeze of spring;
His fingers touching tender parts sharply.
I crave him, from the evening, for the night.
There will be no such thing, what you call string—
Between us. His soft moan giving me flight;
His touch, his pushing making me feel light.
Urge needs attentions which he fulfilling.
Am a hunter, he is my loot tonight.
Nocturna is a type of 9-line poems with rhyme scheme: a b a c b c d b d. The theme of this poem is Night Theme and it should be either Decasyllabic or Iambic Pentameter. I’ve written the poem following the Decasyllabic norm.