Second version:
The night whispers through the trees and hums my favorite tunes
in the darkness, blacker than oil, smoother than a movie star's silk robes.
First version:
Pacified for now, the heart of my jewels shines
Opened for now, the treasure trunk dusty genie lamps heave wishes
Closed for now, the door to my soul is always creaking in the wind
Pampered for now, the movie star's silk robes are dropping
Puckered for now, her lips are like a wild rose
Pumping for now, the oil fields are on fire
Burning for now, the hearts of men are charred to black
Black for now, the night is calling you
whispering for now, humming her favorite tunes.