For one night, and one night only,
I will love you madly.
And I know from the way you move with me;
exquisite,
And from the longing in your eyes;
exulting,
That for one night, and one night only,
You will love me madly too.

I could write about how the stars in sky,
reflect like the gleam in your eyes and connect us,
even though we are thousands of miles apart.

I could compare the curve of the moon,
to the glossy, upward bend in my lips,
when ever a thought of you passes by.

I could say you are like a working man's morning cup of Joe,
warm and uplifting,
something that always keeps him going.

But all of that seems way to complicated right now,
right now I need simple,
I need you,
to lay down with me,
and forget what this world is even here for.
Forget about the stars and the moon,
forget about work and ****** cups of coffee.
Because you in my arms is a big enough world for me.

Let me take you by the hand
And walk you up the stairs
A wonderful sweet fragrance
That's coming from you hair.

Your smile puts me at ease
Your eyes say something more
Your body talks the language
A night of love is what's in store

I softly kiss you on top the head
Your cheek lies on my chest
As we stand at the foot of the bed
We gradually get undress

Standing there before me
In just your ******* and a bra
Your beauty catches me
Your the most beautiful sight I ever saw

I pick you up off your feet
And lay you on the bed
With ******* off I spread your legs
Your hands come to my head

I passionately play with your belly button
I pass down to your flower
I tease your little button hole
For what seems to be an hour

Your midsection moves like music
You let out blissful squeals
Your bottom moves up and down
I push my shoulders against your heals

You call my name your body flutters
You shake and tremble too
A smile comes across my face
I love to do this to you

I move up to the top
I look you in the eyes
Place my hand on your bra strap
I give a little tug and I feel a pop

I kiss your right breast then the left
Roll over on my back
I pull you over to me
I give you **** a little whack

You deliberately clime on top of me
You let slip out a little peep
You move down firm and easy
Until you go ***** deep

You move like the ebbe and flow of water
You ride like there's no end
I explode deep inside you
Then we do it all again

We fall into each other's arms
Our lips again they meet
Lay your head upon the pillow
As I reach down to pull up the sheet.

Now we fall asleep.

We are architects of universes not yet created.

In night, day, morning and imperfect comas.
Recurring three figures of one sole meaning.
Each day, its variety of clouds casts different states of mind.
The unrhythmic, unkind and overwhelmingly melancholic.
The pleasant, warm and astonishingly beautiful.
The timing and place of its occurring, determines whether to reminisce and moisturise one's skin, or to wander through rainy forests of what-ifs, and waterlog one's skin.

Evening going great.
For both of us.
I'm delighted to be the one you love.

Enjoying the night.
Being in your company.
Enjoying each joyful moment.
You are spending with me.

Its a evening of pure delight.
And I can spend it with you.
Every day and night.

Just hearing your laughter.
Brings a smile to me.

Whoever said love is a crime?
Must have convicted me.
Played judge and jury.
When it came to us.

Still it's an evening of pure delight.
One we are enjoying every day and night.

What good am I?
Without you in my life.
I wanna know.
What good am I?
Without you by my side.

I will make it to the end of this evening
Without messaging you
But I will check my phone constantly
Endlessly, hopelessly, pointlessly
Wanting to see
A tiny
Round
Mini
You

we have these talks.. although you do not speak I still feel your words.
we need to get you out of this light. I know you miss it..

I saw her today. she walked alone down toward the market. eyes empty, soul filled with the remembrance of you.

one day my friend. I will be able to sing her your song. its going to be a bright night. I'll see you tomorrow evening.

A path to evening drops into life
like a maze full of sin.
Complete with smiles
no poet can divide.
Protection from the air is grim
same as a marriage
woven in a mist
of distrust and lies.

A sad, sad spell enchants your hands
when you lie naked
in the shadows of wanting more.
You cannot help but wonder
if this means
you are dead to the skies
lying between anguish
and the path to evening, keeping score.

Your feet fill in the gaps
saying farewell to sacrifice
when midnight strikes
yet does not save you again.  
You cannot walk the path to evening
if you do not know
your way out
of the maze full of sin.