Me and my imaginary girl making love...


Night's Beautiful Love

In the cold night,
She smiles at me,
Looking tenderly into me,
She holds my hand,
Telling me she loves me,
She touches my lips,
And pray me to kiss her,
She loosens her wear,
Showing off her beauty,
She caresses me,
Letting her skin feel me,
She grasps my waist,
Pleading me to love her,
She looks at me,
And waits.......

I turn towards my love,
Gazing into her eyes,
I hold her gently,
Parting away her hair,
I touch her face,
Nearing towards her,
I kiss her lips,
Embracing her,
I feel her skin,
Clasping her gently,
I make love to her,
We come together,
I whisper "I love you my dove",
She whispers "I love you too",
The night ends.




Poetry by Angelo
Read 930 times
Written on 2005-07-31 at 09:30

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