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One night, long ago…
The Moon observes, the stars are witness
to a fiery clandestine loves’ existence.
Two strangers observe each other;
from opposite continents,
but here where the world was birthed,
love became an unexpected encounter.
Night shields them from those
who would condemn this passion,
it is prohibited by a binding regulation.
With excited hearts and pulse agitated the
fear of being discovered has kept them segregated.
She looks at him in midst of the people congregated
with fictitious uninterested observation,
defiant, he glances at her with verve, challenging,
knowing he risks everything for what is clandestine.
Their skin color defines from whence they have come;
the difference of languages is an obstacle to none.
They only have the here and now because tomorrow
is not promised to anyone, only the present,
awaiting what promises to be unleashed.
A subtle and sensual conquest will be the completion,
it will no longer be postponed,
on this night of extreme heat, he is waiting,
to steal even a minute piece of the heart that beckons.
Tired of watching from afar, tonight
he will taste her sweet lips in a first kiss,
gambling, it’s all or nothing, hidden he waits
until from work, towards her quarters, she makes her way.
A routine he has observed for many nights
he has mustard the courage to make his stand,
hoping against hope that a preempted strike,
will give him the advantage at getting a good hand.
The black darkness of night surrounds her departure,
mind distracted, she does not realize that
he's awaiting the moment of her approach.
When she arrives to his hiding place,
"good evening" he says, startled she stumbles,
quick to stop her, within his arms hugging her to him,
so she does not hurt herself, the struggle ends.
The raw animal masculinity that is him
assails in such a way that she feels faint
such has been the desire and denial
that for so long in secret she kept.
This is the instant they both have dreamed,
her eyes said everything though her voice was silent.
Slowly he approaches her lips with trepidation, fearful,
losing themselves in the exquisite kiss they both so longed for.
Their raging passion breaks its restraining dam,
spilling over them, into them like a flashing thunderstorm,
for so long watching, wishing yet unable to express,
all the feelings secreted within their breast.
His hands explored all of her charms,
the body, his imagination had coveted.
Her moans of passion he swallowed,
silencing them lest they be discovered,
along with their every exhaled breath.
His mind raged and argued;
"At what point are you going to stop?!"
But tonight his body wanted
to take over and refused to be denied.
Knowing that time wasn't his ally,
possessed by the lust that was suffocating him,
he led her by the hand to a place more secluded,
wishing to make love to her under the starry Arabian sky.
She was not opposed, knowing what he intended,
because she as much as he, wanted to end this sweet agony.
Arriving to the place he had previously selected, he tenderly,
with remarkable patience, removed her clothing,
and anything that might hinder him in this endeavor.
Taking her nakedness in, in all its splendid glory, he lost his breath,
then he laid his uniform shirt on the floor,(described in poems of old)
taking her in his muscular arms, together they finally capitulated.
They made love, for the first and last time,
as would wild beasts because, you see,
there would be no more opportunities.
This moment of illicit love found in the desert,
will live forever emblazoned in our memories...
Gypsy Red
to a fiery clandestine loves’ existence.
Two strangers observe each other;
from opposite continents,
but here where the world was birthed,
love became an unexpected encounter.
Night shields them from those
who would condemn this passion,
it is prohibited by a binding regulation.
With excited hearts and pulse agitated the
fear of being discovered has kept them segregated.
She looks at him in midst of the people congregated
with fictitious uninterested observation,
defiant, he glances at her with verve, challenging,
knowing he risks everything for what is clandestine.
Their skin color defines from whence they have come;
the difference of languages is an obstacle to none.
They only have the here and now because tomorrow
is not promised to anyone, only the present,
awaiting what promises to be unleashed.
A subtle and sensual conquest will be the completion,
it will no longer be postponed,
on this night of extreme heat, he is waiting,
to steal even a minute piece of the heart that beckons.
Tired of watching from afar, tonight
he will taste her sweet lips in a first kiss,
gambling, it’s all or nothing, hidden he waits
until from work, towards her quarters, she makes her way.
A routine he has observed for many nights
he has mustard the courage to make his stand,
hoping against hope that a preempted strike,
will give him the advantage at getting a good hand.
The black darkness of night surrounds her departure,
mind distracted, she does not realize that
he's awaiting the moment of her approach.
When she arrives to his hiding place,
"good evening" he says, startled she stumbles,
quick to stop her, within his arms hugging her to him,
so she does not hurt herself, the struggle ends.
The raw animal masculinity that is him
assails in such a way that she feels faint
such has been the desire and denial
that for so long in secret she kept.
This is the instant they both have dreamed,
her eyes said everything though her voice was silent.
Slowly he approaches her lips with trepidation, fearful,
losing themselves in the exquisite kiss they both so longed for.
Their raging passion breaks its restraining dam,
spilling over them, into them like a flashing thunderstorm,
for so long watching, wishing yet unable to express,
all the feelings secreted within their breast.
His hands explored all of her charms,
the body, his imagination had coveted.
Her moans of passion he swallowed,
silencing them lest they be discovered,
along with their every exhaled breath.
His mind raged and argued;
"At what point are you going to stop?!"
But tonight his body wanted
to take over and refused to be denied.
Knowing that time wasn't his ally,
possessed by the lust that was suffocating him,
he led her by the hand to a place more secluded,
wishing to make love to her under the starry Arabian sky.
She was not opposed, knowing what he intended,
because she as much as he, wanted to end this sweet agony.
Arriving to the place he had previously selected, he tenderly,
with remarkable patience, removed her clothing,
and anything that might hinder him in this endeavor.
Taking her nakedness in, in all its splendid glory, he lost his breath,
then he laid his uniform shirt on the floor,(described in poems of old)
taking her in his muscular arms, together they finally capitulated.
They made love, for the first and last time,
as would wild beasts because, you see,
there would be no more opportunities.
This moment of illicit love found in the desert,
will live forever emblazoned in our memories...
Gypsy Red
Published 22nd Aug 2012
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Anonymous
22nd Aug 2012 8:41pm
Nice memory...thank you for the poem, Red.
Strider :)
Strider :)
22nd Aug 2012 9:13pm
22nd Aug 2012 8:49pm
22nd Aug 2012 9:16pm
It is a sweet memory indeed very romance novela-ish lol Thanks for reading Magda and for the comment.
Red
Red
22nd Aug 2012 9:14pm
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22nd Aug 2012 10:21pm
Hahaha can you see yourself as one of the players? lolol it IS yummy to remember my naughty adventures.
Thanks for reading and for the fun comment Ken.
Red
Thanks for reading and for the fun comment Ken.
Red
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22nd Aug 2012 11:19pm
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22nd Aug 2012 11:24pm
It is a true story with no enhancements, the part you favour is true to how I am.
I am thrilled that it was so err...stimulating for you ;)Thanks for the comment Gabriel.
Red
I am thrilled that it was so err...stimulating for you ;)Thanks for the comment Gabriel.
Red
23rd Aug 2012 00:31am
This was remarkably beautiful Red...
as usual well done ...
very well done.
Fire
as usual well done ...
very well done.
Fire
23rd Aug 2012 00:36am
Thank you my dear for the sweet comment I do appreciate it very much. I am glad you enjoyed.
Red
Red
23rd Aug 2012 00:42am
23rd Aug 2012 1:07am
Thanks for saying so, I am pleased it is being enjoyed so much. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
Red
Red
23rd Aug 2012 1:37pm
23rd Aug 2012 3:43pm
Thank you Grace I will keep that In mind, it has many twists and turn yet untold haha Thanks for the great comment.
Red
Red
