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Lover of the Evening Star
- Lover of the Evening Star -
Thou fair-haired angel of the noble evening,
How thy embrace did fill me with pleasure!
When I touched thy gown softly glistening,
With trembling hand: seeking love’s treasure.
Oh how the stars did pale to thy bright eyes,
Mine own lost in the depths of that abyss…
Oh how soft the roundness of thy pale thighs!
But softer still: those red lips that I did kiss.
And my fingers entwined in thy platinum curls,
As though thy hair were woven of moonlight…
Thee and I making love, just two lost girls!
My feminine heart lost in thy queenly delight.
Of evening star, the twin of morning’s glory…
Thou who saw the end of ages come to pass,
I was humbled when thou came to love me!
My will surrendered beyond will’s compass.
If there be peril in loving a goddess this way,
Then I cared not, in the hour of shared lust…
For thou did hunger for me, as night for day!
And my wanton mouth felt that love’s thrust.
A god and a goddess, I so knew thee to be,
But I too, am both man and woman in fact…
This made our love sweeter, as a symphony.
And fair is my memory, of our lovers’ pact.
Beauty claimed, and the evening so tamed,
But I was the one who was ravished more…
Willing in that wanton tryst: and unashamed.
For that bright goddess, I played the whore!
I cannot repent, for there is no sin in passion,
Betwixt lovers, of a kind kindred and lovely!
Regal was our attire, in darkly silken fashion,
Made moist with sweat and kisses comely…
There are raptures, for which all words fail,
And one evening’s pleasure can live forever!
So to the angel of the evening, in song I hail,
I long to once again meet such a skillful lover.
Thou fair-haired angel of the noble evening,
How thy embrace did fill me with pleasure!
When I touched thy gown softly glistening,
With trembling hand: seeking love’s treasure.
Oh how the stars did pale to thy bright eyes,
Mine own lost in the depths of that abyss…
Oh how soft the roundness of thy pale thighs!
But softer still: those red lips that I did kiss.
And my fingers entwined in thy platinum curls,
As though thy hair were woven of moonlight…
Thee and I making love, just two lost girls!
My feminine heart lost in thy queenly delight.
Of evening star, the twin of morning’s glory…
Thou who saw the end of ages come to pass,
I was humbled when thou came to love me!
My will surrendered beyond will’s compass.
If there be peril in loving a goddess this way,
Then I cared not, in the hour of shared lust…
For thou did hunger for me, as night for day!
And my wanton mouth felt that love’s thrust.
A god and a goddess, I so knew thee to be,
But I too, am both man and woman in fact…
This made our love sweeter, as a symphony.
And fair is my memory, of our lovers’ pact.
Beauty claimed, and the evening so tamed,
But I was the one who was ravished more…
Willing in that wanton tryst: and unashamed.
For that bright goddess, I played the whore!
I cannot repent, for there is no sin in passion,
Betwixt lovers, of a kind kindred and lovely!
Regal was our attire, in darkly silken fashion,
Made moist with sweat and kisses comely…
There are raptures, for which all words fail,
And one evening’s pleasure can live forever!
So to the angel of the evening, in song I hail,
I long to once again meet such a skillful lover.
Published 10th Feb 2012
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11th Feb 2012 2:47am
11th Feb 2012 4:07am
Thanks so much, Grace! :) Your words mean a lot to me, and to hear that you enjoyed this poem so much makes me a very happy girl indeed.
Love and passion, to me, are fluid by their very nature... so a poem expressing the intensity of a passionate love should always be fluidly written. ;)
Love and passion, to me, are fluid by their very nature... so a poem expressing the intensity of a passionate love should always be fluidly written. ;)
12th Feb 2012 10:27am
This is fantastic! it blew me away,flet like if left myself and came back! keep writing!
14th Feb 2012 5:12am
Ah, I am so happy you liked the poem, Scarred! It does indeed have the power to pull the reader in... and beyond... with its' passionate verse. I shall indeed keep writing, for the delight of you and all my fans! I have a great deal more to share with everyone, poetically. The muses are not through with me by any means! ;)
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