A fleeting glimpse, of midnights passion,
Stealing from the dreams of night.
All the warmth, that flesh encountered,
Ebbs away in dawning light.
Scent the musk, that still does linger,
On the silk, where she had lain.
Hear the echoes of her whispers,
For that is all, that does remain.
Well, I could read such as this all day. Poetry, on Poemhunter, imagine that! GW62
Mysteriously beautiful.Could have been written by someone who knows me well.(very well)
Stealing from the dreams of night... Ebbing with the morning's light.. Awesome, just beautiful. You are a gifted man, and I delight in every line. Susan
I can see the picture and smell the musk, awsome I have to give you a ten again.Good job
Ahh, the scent is her gift she leaves, her lingering gift for one to wear quietly throughout the day! Quite beautiful. Mo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmn...the longings that run in her veins...echoes in whisper thru the air! 10