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 defiant 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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YOU ARE MAKING US WANT IT TO BE LAST NIGHT AGAIN!
This is a masterpiece!
Daniela
Daniela
Beautiful~
you move me in my deep silence...
great job...
I just love these lines:
'Chains had been flung aside
Your warmth had turned to burning'
GT
This is a line that fits many great moments - and you have surely described one here...
I'm glad you didn't choose to run the mile :-)
You are a veramente troubadour and a finder of this great feeling..or maybe it was there all the time?????
Love and light
:-)
This lover is on a high. He's just had the most enchanting night of his life.
Now he's got a whole day in front of him before he sees her again. What should he do?
Write a most romantic poem or do along run in the countryside. How can he live with his exuberant state? But that night, he'll be with her again. Yes. You can bet on that.
Your writing is breathtakingly beautiful reflecting the purity of love when it ceases to e just passion and moves beyond....In Indian culture it is believed that when this one true love surpasses passion, then the unision of two souls takes place which is an experinece described as the one when you are one with God....Aatma ka Paramaatma se milan.....your poetry beautifully portrays that one moment....something which normal human beings wait for many a lifetime.