The candles are flickering,
Incense’s smoke insensibly excites our passion.
You gently stroke my skin
And you forget everything…
These are ceremonial moments of obsession.
You are whispering ardently words-of- tenderness
Right in my ear,
But I can`t hear.
Unconsciousness
This is the night of our frenzy and hunger,
This is the strongest spell:
Your embrace…
And your hair, falling in languor on my face.
And I feel like I`m a part of the whole great Universe,
And a part of this secret incense’s smoke named “love”,
And I`ve got the greatest magic power, and I`m powerfully than I was…
And I`m mesmerized
Of your kisses and touches,and of the look of your eyes,and…
And of your hair, falling in languor on my face…
And at those moments I feel,
Like we are a part of The Great Space,
My Dear.
Ceremonial of Love
© Copyright: Ольга Твайлайт, 2005
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