The Night to Remember

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    The Night to Remember

    She moved as Time;
    At times, I was blinded;
    And her smile reminded me of
    That cresent moon.
    Half of her was a mystery,
    An unknown history hidden like the
    Shadows that surrounded us in our haven.

    She danced as a raven,
    Her movements elegant as she moved with the wind;
    Sin and passion mangled hand and hand
    As time moved and we stood off land,
    Feeling as if the world was at our feet.

    When she kissed my lips,
    I slipped into another realm of sanity;
    I felt like a siren had handed me something
    More dazzling than her songs as she whispered, "I love u."

    Her smell was the sweetest aroma;
    Her hair glimmered, similiar to that star spangled night;
    Wasn't a site around that made my emotions run so rabid!

    The night began to close, and i could feel a savage dwelling;
    Exhaling I tried my best to gain control,
    But my soul was screaming when I kissed her lips--
    As our bodies mangled, strangling me with lust and passion.

    I'd never seen so much desire in her eyes,
    And her thighs never felt so smooth;
    Her lust-filled eyes had never seen so soothing;
    Hell, it was kind of amusing to me.

    There was a moment where I felt inferior, and
    All i could hear was her throbbing heart, and
    Her squeezing lungs.

    The night was so tired,
    But it felt so young.
    I held and kissed her, and would've
    Hung on until the sun rose,
    But the night came to a close,
    Last seeing her smiling face before she closed
    The door...Ahh.

    I'm in love with that girl, I smiled, and quietly thought.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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