One night like this for hundred other nights,
When time stands still, and every thought subsides.
With tender, loving, feather-like caress
Not only body, but my soul you have undressed.
And in the naked glory spirit soared
To place where every sigh became a chord
Of ancient melody our bodies sung in tune
In sacred language, long predating rune.
When utterance of words was left behind,
As you have simply red what’s on my mind,
And let me bask and revel in your glow
Until I knew all there is to know.
One night like this,
When everything feels right,
When souls merge and galaxies collide.
One night like this for hundred other nights
© Copyright: Элла Щербакова, 2015
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