As if a gentle breeze <br />Her sense flew in <br />Her hair glowing in the moonlight <br />As she fairly stepped inside <br /> <br />Her pale and lifeless skin <br />Of some heavenly scent seemed <br />As soft as Persian silk <br />As she sat down next to me <br /> <br />Into my embrace she fell <br />And arrogantly me to her bosom pressed <br />Her blood red lips, her crystal blue eyes… <br />Her mere existence was of no comparison <br />As if a creature of another world <br />Finding her way into my heart <br />She held me tight <br /> <br />With great unwillingness <br />In fear of breaking her heavenly complexion <br />I caressed her skin <br />And parted my lips on every inch <br />Of holy body that in front of me lay <br /> <br />With candle light <br />And rose petals scent <br />The time stood still <br />For us to enter the realm <br /> <br />Into each others soul <br />Penetrating layers of skin <br />Deeper into the never touched <br />And in fear of waking up from this dream <br /> <br />Inside each other’s arms <br />Holding tight <br />We prayed for this to last forever <br />But as time passed <br />And the clock struck three <br />She had to leave <br />Leaving behind nothing more <br />But a memory of the blessing <br />That upon me she bestowed<br /><br />Dmitriy Kokarev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-night-13/
