The Night
11:15 PM | Author: Sherry Italia
A night of fantasies, of a blissful union
Bringing memories of the wildest tempest
Warmth of the furnace sighing in breaths
Soft velvety hands caressing unrest.

Whispering mellowed sounds of lust
Moaning delightfully at the slightest feel
Heat and shivery darkness, hand in hand
From gentleness to an aggressive zeal.

Your tresses darker than the nigh
Shadowing both pleasure and pain
The glowing countenance of your innocence
The waited moment that drives insane.

Your eyes like limpid pools of molten amber
Locked away in a sensuous gaze
Wistful, soothing, tender, heavenly
Wrapped in a blanket in the winter haze.

The clear cerulean defeats the vicious ebony
Waking in your protective arms to a new day
Warm bodies tucked like a piece of jigsaw
Moments bid adieu, in sheer dismay
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2 scribbling(s):

On November 14, 2010 at 6:51 PM , Neil said...

Great visualization and imagination, i must say...and beautiful usage of words!!!

 
On November 15, 2010 at 12:08 AM , The Wanderer said...

Thanks Shibesh