Encounter.....

Hitting it hard night and day,
Upside down all along the way.
May have found your sweetie or your prey,
As if to imagine all those shades of grey.

Hitting the walls and knocking it down,
Waking up trying to find that special noun.
The sky paints itself reddish brown,
Yet sterile as a surgical gown.

One night may present the chance of love,
Intertwined like a hand to a glove.
Up and down, all around we would dance,
A bee to a flower during the great trance.

Soon to be finished for now,
Which one shall stand and take a bow.
Wake up in the morning and she is gone,
Beginning the day with a new dawn.