Silent night. . .
In the dead of the night he attempts his surprise
Candlelight winks forming whispered pleas
The midnight moon casts a hint of light
Surreptitiously he beckons his love to his side
Tears glint in her starry eyes tonight
His hand brushes past her flushed cheeks
She coyly tilts her head to one side
The sigh that escapes her suggests consent
Carefully he frees her hair so soft
Relishing the moment both so dearly want
Shyly she accedes, yet hesitant at first
Until desire burns with longing and thirst
In the dead of the night he attempted his surprise
Candlelight winked forming whispered pleas . . .
Copyright © FATHIMA DAWOOD | Year Posted 2008
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