Best Tryst Poems
I rise when gilded starlight still replete the skies
Never have I beckoned hours of abstruse sleeping
I hear elegiac trills as a lone nightingale cries,
evoking memories that conjure tears of weeping
In halcyon moments before the paling of dawn
I contemplate my sentiments in tranquil solitude
Before the world awakens with an unstifled yawn,
the moon, sun, and I rendezvous; tryst in interlude
When velvet darkness fades to soft aurorean glints,
there, upon the horizon is painted a nuanced murk
Colors of daybreak; a blended mural in pastel tints,
created by a grand Artisan's hand; the Master's work
once two met in rain
to hide tears from prying eyes
and longing in mine
stole away in night
to bargain locked heart's freedom
you the only key
sat perfectly still
as I sketched it on my mind
the smile you promised
as showers subside
blossoms thirst in desert sands
til return of rain
Rolling in
Meadows in her hair
A tango mass of
Butterflies
And what knots
Roped in
Tongue tied
With a pollen smeared smile
Smack smitten by every cinch
8/22/2019
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Calm, the night on the firth
Beneath the moon's pale luminance
we met as lovers often do, in tryst
light shimmering across the lake
Clouds drifted in astral skies
protecting us from voyeurs in shadows...
hidden from winking eyes of stars
as moonlight's reflections glimmered
Without words I follow you
Into the willow's sheltering shade,
Leaves softly swaying sweet welcome
Limbing a tree serenade;
Overhead song birds keep vigil
Watching love between man and maid.
Tambour rhythm of two hearts
Racing, impetuous and free,
Yearning for love's sacred moment
Secretly shared with a willow tree;
Two lovers tryst, my husband with me.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, October 5, 2014
Humid April night
Lover, first sight
Ideal woman shape
Sheet, coyly drape
Sheer, fancy gauze
Yours Truly, cause
Crazy angel lover
Shine under cover
Knows every trick
Night heat's thick
Skin's silky touch
Tempt lusts, dutch
Spicy candy mouth
Slide lower, south
Tepid torso treat
Savor syrup, sweet
Fiery urges, fresh
Love's lucid flesh
Feels beget sighs
Zeal's ardor flies
Even's wheel turns
Lust's flame burns
Wine's bloom, blush
Final ... fever ... crush.
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I rise when gilded starlight still replete the skies
Never have I beckoned hours of abstruse sleeping
I hear elegiac trills as a lone nightingale cries,
evoking memories that conjure tears of weeping
In halcyon moments before the paling of dawn
I contemplate my sentiments in tranquil solitude
Before the world awakens with an unstifled yawn,
the moon, sun, and I rendezvous; tryst in interlude
When velvet darkness fades to soft aurorean glints,
there, upon the horizon is painted a nuanced murk
Colors of daybreak; a blended mural in pastel tints,
created by a grand Artisan's hand, the Master's work
In whispered silence two hearts run in league
Reluctant each to raise the wakeful mist
By mantle of night and moonlight’s sweet mystique
While forbidden fate hides a lovers’ tryst
The moon espies what hides in gentile guise
Though fate forbid a love one can’t resist
To live, to love and chance a heart’s demise
While dreams hearken to this lovers’ tryst
Bright moon, stand fast! Pray, ‘yond dawn, be stayed!
For Juliet, knowing well they’ll e’er desist
Wills not this blessèd night be here waylaid
For fear this dream remain a lovers’ tryst
Her surrendered heart belongs to Montague
The ‘morn will show if his own love be true
Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Romantic
A rendezvous of remembrance.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
I watch the shadows on her face.
The sea is calm, the seagulls cry.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
My hand is resting on her thigh
Below the silk and braided lace.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
I watch the shadows on her face.
The evening star comes out to see
My love who tempts with warm caress.
The moon is chiding, "Let them be".
The evening star comes out to see
The hands that bind eternity;
They stray beneath my flowing dress.
The evening star comes out to see
My love who tempts with warm caress.
There is no rush, the night is long.
We know that time is on our side.
An understanding to prolong.
There is no rush, the night is long.
Controlling feelings that are strong;
We know that they won’t be denied.
There is no rush, the night is long.
We know that time is on our side.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows
Like ocean swell, and then recedes.
His ardour for fulfilment grows.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows.
For full release my body pleads.
He sends me high; he makes me glow.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows
Like ocean swell, and then recedes.
There was that moment,
that glimpse of sadness come,
when silently she withdrew.
To savor in private thought;
a memory which only she knew.
Her secret rendezvous
Two young lovers surprised in the bower:
A sudden April shower.
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The sun slides down the crimson sky.
I watch the shadows on her face.
The sea is calm, the seagulls cry.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
My hand is resting on her thigh
Below the silk and braided lace.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
I watch the shadows on her face.
The evening star comes out to see
My love who tempts with warm caress.
The moon is chiding, "Let them be".
The evening star comes out to see
The hands that bind eternity;
They stray beneath my flowing dress.
The evening star comes out to see
My love who tempts with warm caress.
There is no rush, the night is long.
We know that time is on our side.
An understanding to prolong.
There is no rush, the night is long.
Controlling feelings that are strong;
We know that they won’t be denied.
There is no rush, the night is long.
We know that time is on our side.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows
Like ocean swell, and then recedes.
His ardour for fulfilment grows.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows.
For full release my body pleads.
He sends me high; he makes me glow.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows
Like ocean swell, and then recedes.
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A co-write: Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian
@ June 2015
It was around midnight when she opened my door
I knew exactly what she'd come for
Cause she'd done it many times before
She couldn't be sated she always wanted more
I became accustomed to these midnight trysts
I had what she craved, she couldn't resist
She always turned me on when she opened my door
But I kept my cool as my drawers she explored
She'd come to me for ice cream
With her eyes all agleam
Then a cold glass of lemonade
With the apple pie she made
Then after a while she lost her appetite
I heard her say that she was on a diet
So the midnight trysts came to an end
I was just the refrigerator she used to call friend!
evening moonlight
soft and glowing
see the love in my eyes -
twilight harvest
never ceasing
each kiss a new surprise -
for the things we feel are real
and the truth is not denied --
midnight laughter
frosty weather
two are one intertwined -
kisses flowing
flames increasing
only you are on my mind -
for the things we feel are real
and the truth is not denied --