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
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
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