LONG NIGHT

Long night
Shockingly, the gray light is streaming thru the louvers
And I know you will wake and leave my side.
For the present, a cold instant, my body shutters.
Knowing you will travel far and wide.

I close my eyes and recreate the evening,
Calming my mind, reliving the beginning,
You took my hand, and held me close,
Dancing as one, whispering, you planted a sweet lingering kiss-
on my neck, as your fingers slowly moved around my body in bliss,
We laughed, yet both knew the yearning of pairing would soon be true.

Looking deeply into my eyes, he surprisingly tripping over a chair,
which brought him back to the reality of knowing, that we were almost there.
For at that door, was our chamber for pure blending of body, soul, and mind.
A place to forget the outside world while traveling to a frozen time.
A time that does not move, yet stands still to accept the new dimension.
This is a place of spontaneity of romance, giving each a welcome surprise of personal attention.

There are no clocks, bright lights, or gregarious designs; simplicity in the room is of a loving kind.
A simple candle, soft camisole, cotton shorts, fresh sunned sheets,that will all fill the mind.
Things that comfort, nurture, and release the seemingly constant stress of another time.
Both with anxious loving kind smiles, twinkling eyes of affection, we linger on to our union of perfection.

And through that tiny candle light, casting our shadows upon the wall
that seems to grow vast emotions quickly changing to tell it all.
From simple loving caressing kisses, showing calm reserved simplicity,
while pushing the limits to wild passionate movements which accomplishes floating of a different kind.
Where our bodies feel our spirits move together in harmony.

Flooding memories of the long night have passed as if a lifetime.
Awaking my mind from the night of thoughts come the harsh light of day.
Breaking the final security of the protected blanket of love we share away.
Common sense comes forth and slowly melts away the sublime.
Hoping with the new morning light that we may return again in time.
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
AGAIN, I TOOK A PICTURE OF A BLIND WITH LOUVERS.. AND THE LIGHT SHINNING THRU ONTO THE BED.. BEAUTIFUL PICTURE AND THEN A POEM... LOL THAT IS THE WAY IT WORKS...

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Comments (2)

morgen90210
Another exquisite piece that churns my heart and split my mind in twos!
Got my inspiration juice to make another poem today .this is for you and thanks teddybear lips
mubodj
For some people romance pearce through their souls, while to some it is all missionary, oriental, or traditional. Yours is more refined! nice poem Bythecoast! Thanks for sharing!handshake
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