Perfect Night

by Elizabeth   Jan 9, 2012


While the rest of the world stands still, in silence they both lay.
Shaking, holding each other, like it is their final day.
At first they just lie there, listening, to nothing but the calm.
While he touches her gently, placing his hand inside her palm.

He breathes gently upon her neck and takes her by his side.
She feels him get much closer and her feelings were hard to hide.
She touches him on his face, while kissing his soft lips.
He pulls her close and puts his hands, tightly on her hips.

The time is passing, the night keeps flowing, and they feel each others touch.
But holding back is hard for them; it's getting hard and way too much.
He smiles at her as if to say, its time for them to make.
The sweetest love between two bodies and hers begins to shake.

As they lay naked together, she feels his body touch her skin.
Wondering when he will decide, it's time to go deeper in.
Her heart beats fast, his beats the same, they both beat in a rhyme.
And this time it is her who smiles, saying it is time.

From that moment he pulls her close, and finds his way inside.
She looks up at him and stares, straight into the middle of his eyes.
Making love all through the night, feeling the warm embrace.
She feels the love he is giving her, and he sees it in her face.

As they move back and forth, they feel their center core
Feeling each others force and love, wanting more and more.
He softly whispers to her, as their fire becomes a flame.
"I love you" and she smiles, saying just the same.

He lies back down beside her, and takes her gently by her hand.
She holds it tightly in her own, her legs to weak to stand.
So they just lay, their bodies close, while they think about just then.
How they made love and hope its something, they can share again.

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  • 12 years ago

    by sun spots

    Hello Elizabeth.
    A really nice poem which flows beautifully, all the words fit perfectly into each other. Its a story but it rhymes. Wish i had written it for my girl.
    Stephen.

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