- At Night - Poem by Dmitriy Kokarev

- At Night -

Rating: 2.8

As if a gentle breeze
Her sense flew in
Her hair glowing in the moonlight
As she fairly stepped inside

Her pale and lifeless skin
Of some heavenly scent seemed
As soft as Persian silk
As she sat down next to me

Into my embrace she fell
And arrogantly me to her bosom pressed
Her blood red lips, her crystal blue eyes…
Her mere existence was of no comparison
As if a creature of another world
Finding her way into my heart
She held me tight

With great unwillingness
In fear of breaking her heavenly complexion
I caressed her skin
And parted my lips on every inch
Of holy body that in front of me lay

With candle light
And rose petals scent
The time stood still
For us to enter the realm

Into each others soul
Penetrating layers of skin
Deeper into the never touched
And in fear of waking up from this dream

Inside each other’s arms
Holding tight
We prayed for this to last forever
But as time passed
And the clock struck three
She had to leave
Leaving behind nothing more
But a memory of the blessing
That upon me she bestowed

Ashraful Musaddeq 27 October 2008

Amazing composition with nice imagery. 10+

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Dmitriy Kokarev

Dmitriy Kokarev

Tashkent - Uzbekistan
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