Ode To The Flowers That Bloom At Night (poem) by Mistress Reba on AuthorsDen

Ode To The Flowers That Bloom At Night
by Mistress Reba → (All Poetry by Mistress Reba)
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This poem was written for a special friend, said friend will know who they are... Nothing like conjuring up a memory of a good remembering...

Ode To The Flowers He knew not what he sought more in her, were it the unfulfilled thoughts Of years long past in which he sought the sweet intoxicating scent... that scent of his favorite flower... The Night Blooming Jasmine Flower In which he knew she wore the essence of to tease and tantalize his senses... Or was it the thought of her... Her alone, long hair flowing, blowing in and through the breezes... The breezes that gently touched his very soul, as with each thought of her that filled him, over filled him... That in which permeated him... His senses, his thoughts, his senses again, as he would smell and feel As her presence swept over him as softly and as gently as the night breeze whispers blew ever so gently over him... Body, mind, spirit, soul... Ah that scent, that scent combined with her long flowing hair... Was she teasing him, temping him, or demonstrating her power over him... He would ponder, yet not too long as it took away the power of her scent her hair, as he longed for more... Both or all, it mattered not... Was that her hair that caressed him? Was his mind playing tricks upon him, or was this more than a mere illusion... Delicately he awaited her in his dreams, when would then come to him, her long hair flowing cross his bare inner thighs as he would open his eyes in hope to catch a glimpse of reality... Yet was this reality actually there... When he would think it was not he would smell that Jasmine painted deep within his memories,of his memories so long ago, in distant places fill his soul, his mind, his perceptions, sometimes distorted in his thinking as he peacefully, yet sensually conjured up his past... Ah no matter what it was about her, he knew it was her... She whom he held if only in his dreams... He would sleep and in his sleep he would wonder... As she would come to him, come to him in his dreams... was it real or an illusion when he would watch her... Her every movement as she sat nude in the moonlight, lightly touching the Jasmine along her neck as she would cast a quick glance toward him and toss her hair wildly and wonder... Is she tossing it for me... He rested, she rested... They met at night in their dreams... For there, there in that whirlwind of Celtic flight their arms... Their bodies would meet... There they would stay... Within their whirlwind of rapture in Nightblooms... Ah Vespertine, Ah Vespertine... His lips would drop her name like honey Or nectars from the flower, the Night Blooming Jasmine, Of his soul... She, beckoned him, she drank of the nectar that dripped from his lips as he called her name, succulently she drank her name as it fell... Fell from his lips, she drank as hungrily and eagerly... as did the Night Moths that would drink of the nectars of the Jasmine Flowers... Though miles upon miles apart, seemingly like eternities... They awaited those quickening sweet moments of death... Death where they could meet again bound together by... Their Silver Cords of Astral flights... Of their dreams... Ah Vesper, Ah Vesper... Her mind would quieten... Her heart would quicken... Her spirit would abound... m1ss jayne: His lips would drop her name like honey Or nectars from the flower, the Night Blooming Jasmine, Of his soul... She, beckoned him, she drank of the nectar that dripped from his lips as he called her name, succulently she drank her name as it fell... Fell from his lips, she drank as hungrily and eagerly... as did the Night Moths that would drink of the nectars of the Jasmine Flowers... Though miles upon miles apart, seemingly like eternities... They awaited those quickening sweet moments of death... Death where they could meet again bound together by... Their Silver Cords of Astral flights... Of their dreams... Ah Vesper, Ah Vesper... Her mind would quiten... Her heart would quicken... Her spirit would abound... by Mistress Reba For A Friend Copyright � m r 2/28/08

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

A gorgeous poem,thank you for sharing it,take care

Edwin

Reviewed by Poetess of The Soul Sheila G

Reviewed on June 19, 2007

This is sweet gem I will treasure!
I felt an inner peace!
Lovely write!
from a lovely soul!
Warmly, WArrior Spirit Lady Sheeeoox
BE SAFE!
Stay POsitive!
WRite ON!

Reviewed by Errr oooo (Reader)

Reviewed on June 14, 2007

I think the contrasting color of the pink made it difficult to read. Lovely piece. Just a thought. Don't hate me:)

Reviewed by alejapoet@aol.com Bennett

Reviewed on May 18, 2007

THIS WAS SUCH A PLEASURE TO READ THAT I MUST READ MORE.

Reviewed by Dale Clark

Reviewed on April 15, 2007

A joy to read, Beautiful!

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on March 5, 2007

An engaging write, Miss Reba. I hope to read more from you. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by E. Farrand (Reader)

Reviewed on February 27, 2007

I enjoyed reading this, Reba. Hope to see more of your work.

Reviewed by Michelle Mills

Reviewed on November 30, 2006

A gorgeous, romantic piece. A pleasure to read. Blessings, Michelle

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on November 29, 2006

A wonderful creation.

Reviewed by Barbara Sue

What a lovely piece of prose you have chosen to post..really like it.Will be back to check your site again for more writings.
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