A Flower For The Night

In the garden we sat watching the stars,
talking softly, intimately while she smoked
and the cigarette glowed red
with her perfume and its flavour
mixing on the evening air
and around us there were flowers
opening everywhere
and some had large cups, others hanged
with petals in strings
in different hues from white, pink,
red to crimson, violet and blue.

There is a flower (whose name I know)
who showed me the most beautiful petals
and bloomed one night
in a bed besides me
in sheer nudity
with perfection in ever aspect of her body

while the full moon rose almost silver white
on a cloudless night
she was soft, firm and tender
and her lips sweet and hot
and I could not resist her,
the intimacy, the tenderness
and the love that she brought.

Your Name (A Poem)

Your name is
written in the stars
and your surname says
that you come from heaven,
but I know that you
bring meaning to my life.

I can hear your voice
in the evening wind
and you are still with me,
when I am alone
with my thoughts.

To me its destined
from the beginning,
that you are my biggest blessing.

When life throws us about
and shakes our world apart,
I can only keep learning
to appreciate you more.