In the severe darkness of the night
without cloistered synthetic lights
I see the desire shining in thy eyes
as the moon sets up the sexy chime
The sexy smell from thy lusty flesh
Gave a tinkle to my heart and knocked
Me down, when you sat on top of my lap
Caressing my hair with your lovely hand
Our hearts were beating soft and low
To the tunes of the sex augmented glow
Uncontrolled fleshes aroused us both
When we tangoed naked in the corridor
Aroma of majestic sex filled the room
As we stared into each others lusty eyes
I saw the reflection of the moon in your eyes
And whispered the words of love in your ears
You closed your eyes and trapped the moon
In the midst of your eyes, I was so delighted
That I embraced both you and the moon tightly
With the curvature of my sweltering cherry lips
Your sexy body mesmerized my heart, I then fondled
Your breast not with my hand, but with the tip of my
Tongue, you welcomed it with an arousing moan, and
I kept kissing your breast until you moaned no more
Slowly and seductively we caressed us in the dark
You over me and me under you with boiling desires
I then gave you a tighter hug and pulled you down
In the cozy bed and then kissed your every membrane
Suddenly you opened your eyes and set the moon
Loose, It hovered in the dark room for a while
Then hastily from the curtain hole it escaped out
And flew towards the dark sky waving us good bye
Copyright 2002 Bhuwan Thapaliya
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Reviewed by Richard Vallance (Reader)
Reviewed on October 14, 2003
Very very beautiful and passionate poem!
One caveat! Why use, "thy" (???). This is surely archaic and anachronistic in the 21st. Century.
As early as the 1920s to 1950s, Edna Saint-Vincent Millay and other fine poets no longer used 17th. Century English.
In fact, I personally believe the use of this pronoun DETRACTS from the beauty of this otherwise splendid poem, rather than assisting it.
Just my opinion. Perhaps I might have the Thundergods down on me for this one, I don't know, Buwan.
One thing's for certain: I myself almost never or rarely (except for very special media effects) resort to archaism and inverted verbs for rhymes, or for that matter to nothing but monosyllabic rhymes, as so many poets do (without justification). I am not speaking here of this poem, nor of you. The only reservation I have in this particular case is with "thy"....
However, I am sure you see where I am coming from and going to.
For your poetry to last into future generations (as I am convinced it does already anyway), you need first to stay totally in THIS OUR present....
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One caveat! Why use, "thy" (???). This is surely archaic and anachronistic in the 21st. Century.
As early as the 1920s to 1950s, Edna Saint-Vincent Millay and other fine poets no longer used 17th. Century English.
In fact, I personally believe the use of this pronoun DETRACTS from the beauty of this otherwise splendid poem, rather than assisting it.
Just my opinion. Perhaps I might have the Thundergods down on me for this one, I don't know, Buwan.
One thing's for certain: I myself almost never or rarely (except for very special media effects) resort to archaism and inverted verbs for rhymes, or for that matter to nothing but monosyllabic rhymes, as so many poets do (without justification). I am not speaking here of this poem, nor of you. The only reservation I have in this particular case is with "thy"....
However, I am sure you see where I am coming from and going to.
For your poetry to last into future generations (as I am convinced it does already anyway), you need first to stay totally in THIS OUR present....
Just my call,
but as always, you do so inspire me!
Bye for now,
Richard Vallance
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