Eileen Manassian Poet Quatrain

In Tenderness of Night- a Repost

In tenderness of night
Restore my faith in ME
Caress in gentle ways
That make my heartaches flee

In tenderness of night
Clothe my name in your need
Touch me in every place
That fantasy will feed

In tenderness of night
Mend all my broken dreams
With promise drenched kisses
That carry sunshine beams

In tenderness of night
Let traveling hands stake claim
Dancing minstrels of love
That banish all my shame

In tenderness of night
Breathe over me your love
As I lay helpless, bare
Passion’s eagle turned to dove

In tenderness of night
Love out of me despair
With words of noble knight
Confess my beauty fair

In tenderness of night
On body free your soul
Mating of mysteries
Fragmented lives made whole

In tenderness of night
Let time be ever still
Neath eyes of silver moon
Your essence in me fill

Naught else but you and I
In tenderness of night
Yet what transpires now
Brings forth dawn’s glorious light

Eileen Manassian

Due to some comments on my latest poem, I deleted it and reposted one of my older writes. I hope you enjoyed this piece.

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Richard Lamoureux October 6, 2014 at 8:37 AM Good morning, I just love the new Avatar, you look joyful in this picture. Eileen Manassian October 6, 2014 at 1:09 PM Hi, Richard....thanks! Took that one in my office. I was happy with the length of my hair....It doesn't show here, but it's gotten really long! :) How are you? Hope all is well and you are enjoying yourself....HUGS

Richard Lamoureux October 5, 2014 at 11:28 PM You have stirred the pot and added some jalenpino peppers to the soup. I am enjoying the comments. Eileen Manassian October 6, 2014 at 1:10 PM Spice is always nice! ;)

Demetrios Trifiatis October 5, 2014 at 5:14 AM May In Tenderness of Night, tenderness blooms and its erotic aroma fills your soul to capacity and your heart to load with so many kisses and caresses for to last a life time, dear Eileen! Excellent romantic poem, my Alpha and Omega of romantic poetry! Eileen Manassian October 6, 2014 at 1:12 PM AH....my dear poet. I'm beaming...Alpha and Omega of romantic poetry...What a sweet thing to say. You are ever kind and sweet....a treat to read your posts, my dear poet. Hugs!!! I need tenderness in my night....

Justin Bordner October 5, 2014 at 2:13 AM In tenderness of night know this, that you are the only heaven in my sight, your beauty the rarest romance of the night, in you the glory of passion pumps with mysterious might Eileen. " Mating of mysteries " is luscious illumination of love.. you're an Angel of delight in the night...Justin Eileen Manassian October 5, 2014 at 2:20 AM Justin...your posts are themselves poetry....Add a few lines and there you have another dazzling piece. An angel of delight....You honor me, Justin. You honor me and bring me joy. I need encouragement and strength. My heart thanks you for being brave and courageous and free with your heartfelt praise.

Richard Lamoureux October 4, 2014 at 7:58 PM I must have missed it but this one is lovely. Something very sexy about a women being submissive. Mind you also appreciate aggressive depending on my mood. Eileen Manassian October 5, 2014 at 2:17 AM :) Yes, Richard....for men to be men, woman need to know when to submit....when to make them feel in control, strong and virile. But also....like women...sometimes a man needs to be taken by storm.......and pushed to the limit of endurance. It's a game....love is....a give and take that celebrates oneness and love. Thanks for the post.

Arthur Vaso October 4, 2014 at 5:32 PM Oh my, I hide my past loves in the basement!! I like to be different!! Eileen Manassian October 4, 2014 at 5:34 PM Different you are, my dear. No doubt about that! ;)

Arthur Vaso October 4, 2014 at 3:42 PM This is wonderful, and now here I sit so curious to read the deleted one!!!!!! Eileen Manassian October 4, 2014 at 5:12 PM It was a silly one...I was ranting about poets and their hidden loves which only are revealed in their writes....Something of that nature...bearing in mind...I'm a poet too. So....who am I to speak? Thanks for reading and posting, my dear.

Charmaine Chircop October 4, 2014 at 2:42 PM I love your tender side as much as your wilder side sweet Eileen.I am just a dove ,but you are both the eagle and the dove ,for that I am proud of you.This is elegant indeed. Eileen Manassian October 4, 2014 at 5:13 PM Thank you, Charmaine....You are sweet as you are. XOXO....I love tender too, but sometimes....it's good to be fierce. It depends on the mood...the situation...and so many other things.

Ndaba Sibanda October 4, 2014 at 11:51 AM A well-written poem. l thoroughly enjoyed it. Eileen Manassian October 4, 2014 at 2:25 PM Thank you, Ndaba, for this visit and lovely post.