The nature of this quiet night.
Passions boil, the excitement abounds.
Nocturnal the lovers, passing by in silence.
Not knowing each other; chance the meeting of two.
Carelessly, the two join into one, the blending of body and soul.
Chemistry and infatuation, leading, to the point of no return.
Love has nothing to do with this, its pure feeling and desire.
Physical the attraction, needs in the night yearning to be satisfied.
The whispers of the night, the cries of deep embrace, rolling into one.
It’s a window of time, never to last more than a night…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
quiet night brings many unexpected instances which some should only last for that night-as you say, not for more than a night. nice poem. amazingly worded.