Posts Tagged ‘night’

Lonely

Posted: November 27, 2010 by Marya in Poems
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A Lonely day
It’s not mine
It’s the greatest day of my life
But today it is not.

More lonely days
Much to come by
Days in the lonely time
Tonight is the lonely night

Tonight is the lonely day of my life
Where I lied in the lonely bed
The star I watch was lonely in the night skies
Some day the star won’t be lonely

The morning breeze
The lonely morning breeze rises up
The day is the lonely day of my life
These days I can make it happen
Today is the lonely day

A lonely day
It’s not mine
It’s the greatest day of my life
But today it is not.

Lonely Star

Posted: July 26, 2010 by Marya in Poems
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lazy days
lonely nights
looking for a lonely star
who’d keep me company

looking at the widespread sky
being me a lonely soul
gazing at the moon so bright
making wishes `pon a star

a blow of breeze
to animate
the freezing scene

so the strings of white gold ribbons
seem to tease the lonely moon
because it is standing still
and they are free to move

“twinkle twinkle little star . . . ”
I used to sing when I was young
now I’ve grown but still today
” . . . how I wonder what you are”

lying down upon the meadows
dream of flying up so high
reach the stars, sit on the moon
dancing ballet with the clouds

Passions revealed,
desires sedated,
never once believed,
such pleasures awaited.

Romance claimed lost,
desire now greed,
no estatic long nights,
just fullfilling a need.

But with lingering glances,
on satin smooth skin,
through the night we languish,
in the erotica of skin.

A candle lit dinner,
alone to test our will,
champaine on ice ,
inhibitions to chill.

A fire in the hearth,
our only light,
yet hold back the urges,
as passion fills the night.

Caressing your hair,
a masage designed to please,
your breathing grows soft,
a sensual tease.

Lips finally meet,
so tender and hoping,
tounges intertwine,
searching not groping.

Finger tips trace,
from your neck down your spine,
awakening nerves the pleasure ,
devine.

Cloths whisper as they fall to the floor,
bringing pleasure in the skin they show,
no rush no hurry all night,
to take it slow.

A trail of kisses,
the soft backs of knees,
bodys aching yearning,
eager to please.

By the light of the fire,
two bodys join in an ancient rite,
as soft moans of pleasure,
become the sounds of the night.