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There wasn't any sound Save for the whispers Of the moaning wind Of the fluttering sea Of the sizzling bonfire And of two bodies entwined together And there was nothing to set eyes upon Except for the faint picture Of a moon Of a gazillion stars Of a moonlit strand of seaside utopia And of two bodies quietly robed There was nothing I could breathe in But the dancing aurora of scents Of salty waters Of a cool candelia Of damp, smooth skin And the deep essence of your neck Nothing was moving in beat Apart from the smooth, flawless, rhythm Of the swaying leaves of the coconut trees Of stars flickering and a summer night blazing Of a thousand drumming fingers of crashing waves And of two bodies careening intimately upon a beat-up hamaca of weaved wisps Just you and me on our line where Artemis and Neptune meet We felt nothing else but the compelling desire to let our bodies tell of our passion searing and torrid And as we sank ourselves deep into blissful frenzy, As we whispered each otherís name, As our souls become one soul, We fall in love all over again.
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
A Summer Midnight's Dance of Love
There wasn't any sound Save for the whispers Of the moaning wind Of the fluttering sea Of the sizzling bonfire And of two bodies entwined together And there was nothing to set eyes upon Except for the faint picture Of a moon Of a gazillion stars Of a moonlit strand of seaside utopia And of two bodies quietly robed There was nothing I could breathe in But the dancing aurora of scents Of salty waters Of a cool candelia Of damp, smooth skin And the deep essence of your neck Nothing was moving in beat Apart from the smooth, flawless, rhythm Of the swaying leaves of the coconut trees Of stars flickering and a summer night blazing Of a thousand drumming fingers of crashing waves And of two bodies careening intimately upon a beat-up hamaca of weaved wisps Just you and me on our line where Artemis and Neptune meet We felt nothing else but the compelling desire to let our bodies tell of our passion searing and torrid And as we sank ourselves deep into blissful frenzy, As we whispered each otherís name, As our souls become one soul, We fall in love all over again.
Originally written in 2005, revised in 2010.
radj
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Filipino
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
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