Eileen Manassian Poet Sonnet

On Bejeweled Night

Slowly you drive to the top of the hill
A place where the city shows diamond spill
The view below, a bejeweled delight
The dome above us star studded with lights

Pine trees whisper in the cool evening breeze
A timeless essence makes both spirits free
Your eyes take me in to the real of dreams
The current of passion over us streams

Gently you trace inner curve of my thigh
Though self-constrained, out escapes a deep sigh
You lean in to me, your lips in command
The fragrance of you, submission demands 

On bejeweled night, my body you claimed
My past and future, with your love was framed

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Charmaine Chircop September 9, 2013 at 11:33 PM It does feel like the night of nights..One of magic and emotion you can t easily forget. Eileen Manassian September 10, 2013 at 11:25 PM NO....a lifetime memory... :) Thank you, my sweet...

Nette Onclaud September 9, 2013 at 11:07 AM i like how you fave this a sensuous touch, eileen, amidst a starry night that reflects that mood of your write.... incredible!..:) huggs Eileen Manassian September 9, 2013 at 1:17 PM That line before the last....that came later! ;) Eileen Manassian September 9, 2013 at 1:09 PM It was a magical night, Nette....My boyfriend, present day husband, and I were dazzled by the view of Beirut on the top of the hill of our compound....We were also star struck with each other. Beautiful memories...That view up there still takes my breath away. I wish you could see it.....

Harry Horsman September 9, 2013 at 9:52 AM well you have got the boys going, with this awesome poetry Eileen,, The Sonnet is my favourite form of poetry, and yes you truly inspire, what a wonderful woman you are..... Eileen Manassian September 9, 2013 at 1:11 PM Harry...You are so sweet. Thanks ever so much...This one was a slice of my life...Sweet sweet memories...I wish....Well, hubby does tell me we can't be star struck at 46, but....I wonder! I want to write more sonnets...They are not easy. I can see why you love them, Harry. I love many of Shakespeare's sonnets. Did a class on him....Thanks for those ending words. You make me smile...I love your visits.

Jon A Cavanaugh September 9, 2013 at 8:48 AM I love these love poems of yours. You write such beautiful love poems. And I see that you are getting awards and honors for your poetry. Bravo! I am very excited for your success. Eileen Manassian September 9, 2013 at 1:14 PM Jon...you are following me on FB. Yes, I do like posting my "success" stories there. Part of it is to show my family and friends that it isn't "all in my head." I mean...I guess they are surprised that I've gotten this far. You know, "A prophet is without honor in his own country." Thanks for encouraging me. I'd love to have a poem on the top spot here on day..Then I can finally say...I'VE ARRIVED! :)

Poet Tacito September 9, 2013 at 8:15 AM Gorgeous & very touching lines embedded here. Though, admittedly, I read the word in your title, "Bejewled", and I thought of the video game. The video gamer nerd in me apologizes for that. Actually, no I don't. =D But, I still adored the hell out of this poem! Cherish what matters, remove the clutter that doesn't matter. Eileen Manassian September 9, 2013 at 1:16 PM Adore the hell out of this poem.....Drake, I can HONESTLY say this...No one..BUT NO ONE pulls of HELL and DAMN like you do! How? How did you turn these words with such negative connotations into ones that bring joy! A mystery! Anyway....I forgive the nerd in you...I'm stuck in Pac Man days! HA HA HA HA! My daughter is a bit more savvy. One name sticks out....PRINCE OF PERSIA! Yes...Persia...where I was born! AHA!!! Ok, enough of my nonsense. Thanks for stopping by! :)

Richard Lamoureux September 9, 2013 at 8:10 AM A sexy and romantic setting. Richard Lamoureux September 9, 2013 at 5:33 PM Ha ha, the anticipation must have been excruciating for both of you. Eileen Manassian September 9, 2013 at 1:08 PM A true story, this....All except the TOTAL surrender....That had to come later. Thanks for the visit, Richard....Please, don't thank me. It's my pleasure to read your work... Richard Lamoureux September 9, 2013 at 8:12 AM Thanks for all the early morning comments on my older postings. Have a wonderful day Eileen.