Was it merely the moon
Or was it the heady wine?
Did they both dissolve
All of our futile restraint?
You swept back your hair
With a defianf brush
As your bosom heaved
And your wanton sleeve slipped
But it all became real
When your shoulder was bared
And your soft silk skirt
Sensuously hugged your curves
When your moist lips
Told me in trembling fever how
Chains had been flung aside
Your warmth had turned to burning
Do I now write a lover's poem
Or run a mile at full speed?
How did time become this pain?
When will it be last night again?
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Comments: 43
Thank you Vinay. Waiting for a whole day can sometimes be unbearable. Terribly.
Sensuously hugged your curves ...!!!!!
'I have met the presence of your absence in my life'
Weaving magic, again!
Ah the lover in me!!! I've been serious for far too long. I used to write like this. Yuo'll see this type of writing in my novels.
I think that i'm recovering from my back operation. Thank you dear.
I'm really a qualified engineer and used to the hustle and bustle of industry and travel...but at heart I'm a romantic. That's true.
Hmmm...OK...next time I won't stop there. Don't go away. Stat tuned. I know that I always stop too soon...but I''ll go a bit down the moonlit trail.
That's such a wonderful phrase dear. It's something to ponder over. It can be taken up in many ways.
I think that it's this. I've been contained. Now I'm breaking out.
I'm going to reach out to a romantic, vibrant and cavalier audience.
So glad to see you. If you enjoyed it then I'm very encouraged.
Thank you Marie. Your enjoyment is my reward.
You are really my kind of poet, delicately romantic without being sappy. A difficult balance to strike
I value your words very highly. Thank you.
Just as you like reading my work do I like reading your comments. You really see so much. Your observations reveal your inner wisdom.
Blessings and hugs from Moscow - S.
Your favourite? That's such good news. Thankyou Sheila.
Hi Sveta dear. It was meant to be so. Glad that it made you smile Thank you and hugs from SA
waiting does get tough at time ...
I'm glad that you loved it and saw the beauty in the relationship. Beauty enhanced by the waiting.
Yes. Wanting waiting ,devouring. Where every moment away is unbearable. Yes there is that urgency. Because only a touch can lull that yearning.
Yes Amarpreet
Waiting for that touch of the beloved can't be explained...only felt. It's pain and pleasure all intertwined. It's magic. It's alive.
I can see that you felt the full impact of the emotions felt by the poet. It's very rewarding when that happens. Thank you.
If it brought you a moment of beautiful peace then I feel fully rewarded. Thank you.
This night will last forever...you stinker!
A savage romantic engineer !!!! Wow Daniela. What a theme for a great story. I'm just a broken man doomed to wear a corset for at least 3 weeks.
If you see an aura you must have strong spiritual powers...but of course you do. We know that. Thank you for all that.
I'm no longer a quiet thinker
As my face goes a little pinker
Thanks for the visit. hahaha.
I eite like this every so often. Infact, I experiment with different genres from time to time. Pleas do look at my work. I'd really appreciate that.
There's so much passion in your comment. I loved that. Please come again.
This is actually a wildly happy poem. The tension is in the air becase the narrator can't wait to see her again. To wait for the night to come is for him an unbearable eternity.