How often I have felt the same!
As the sun dips below the horizon, the last rays of sunlight fade and night steals in softly, kissing the earth and surrounding me like a comforting blanket. The moon quietly slips out of the dark clouds as night birds awaken to sing their night songs; then everything is dark and still again The darkness washes over me like a gentle caress, chasing away daylight and the cares and stark harshness of the day. Here in the night the harsh glare of the day disappears; lines are softer and indistinct, shadows muted and blurred, imperfections hidden, by the glow of moonlight and candlelight; even sounds are quieter, almost muffled, and loneliness fades to peace and blessed solitude as I imbibe the healing balsam of the night. I turn to the sacred, inexpressible mysterious night that lifts the heavy wings of sorrow and deep longing fills my breast, calling to me as if in a dream. My beloved comes to me in the night, enveloping me in urgent, heated embrace, and taut, velvety skin slides into wet heat, as we lose ourselves in each other in our desire to become one, flesh to flesh and spirit to spirit, and sounds of pleasure fill the night air as we lie in ecstasy in the lap of love. Too soon the morning comes. I am weary of the tiresome day. If only the gentle night could, for once, banish the cruel day and give me just a few more precious hours in the arms of my gentle beloved. |
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