One Night ..:
Passion and heat fill the air.
A stare into the eyes of seduction.
With his warm touch he can melt a cold body.
With his kiss he can mend a broken heart.
The softness of his hands upon your flesh.
Would make you tremble with plesure.
The temptation rises and for a moment.
You feel love.
Like no love on this earth.
One last sigh before a sweet farewell.
Then the sun rises and your alone.
But with great happiness to know.
He will always be yours.
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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