An August Night Eternal

An August Night Eternal

A Poem by The Night Poet

An August Night Eternal

A hazy afternoon with clouds a humid gray
Have left their moisture over me
The wetness of my body this night did make
And brought the memory of her deep
Ripened fruit filled kisses I did taste

As darkness moved across my room,
With eyes closed, I could see her legs sliding over me
Her arms followed stretching across my meadow
With colors like a rainbow, it did take me

Sleep had left sometime before
There was no need for it at all
No matter how much my body called
One night of endless nights it did appear to be
From words with heart and feelings that called to me

“Your dream is real.” The tired walls echoed
“Enjoy the feast of her pleasure that I do give.”

A hazy afternoon with clouds a humid gray
Have left their moisture over me
An August night eternal it would be
As none other could ever be


© 2018 The Night Poet


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Of this one, a nice memory is stored, to be saved for the next ever-frequent humid, hazy day. Thanks!

Posted 4 Years Ago


The Night Poet

4 Years Ago

Thank you. It is for you and I to see in each other a similarity about our humanity expressed in wor.. read more
Thank god I am sitting down after reading this little gem! lol

Amazing!!!

Rapture

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The Night Poet

5 Years Ago

Merci! I am curious to know what would have happened if you were not sitting down?
The Night Poet

5 Years Ago

I write from my experiences in this and other past lives.
Rapturecapture

5 Years Ago

I probably would have fainted 😀
What a delight it was to stumble upon 'An August Night Eternal' ... thank you Night Poet and true..... Neville

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on August 7, 2018
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Tags: night, dark room, endless nights, humid clouds, her pleasure. legs

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The Night Poet
The Night Poet

aliso viejo, CA



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