Your hair flows across the pillow like a mountain stream
Moonlight resting on your face still deep in sleep
Eyelids flutter like a bird as dreams unfold
The restful mind still in creative mood
The smile that plays upon your lips foretells
The pleasures in the thoughts of night
Unspoken words begin to fill a book
Of wishes, passion, needs and deep desires
Your body shifts with sinuous ease
As each new picture now unfolds
Your nakedness a beauty to behold
As rhythmic movement sensuously begins
The visions that will now invade your soul
Feeling oh so real in dead of night
The pleasures that the stories tell
Will leave their mark so soft as morning comes
A faint but shining film of nightly dew
Has formed upon your silken skin
Reflecting all the dreams that did unfold
Within your heart whilst darkness lay
And as your eyes once more perceive the day
With shining light that now instils your brain
A moment will send shivers down your spine
As dreamt of deep desires are left behind
Phil Sanders
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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