Midnight Garden

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Midnight Garden
By
La Belle Rouge

In The quietness of midnight
When the household is asleep
She rises from her bed
Leaving the smoothness
Of satin sheets,
Stepping quietly in the dark
Satin slippers on her feet.
As she moves out the bedroom door
And throws on her velvet robe,
She hopes no one awakens
And that nobody knows.

She tip toes down the hallway
Down the stairs
And out the door
Into the velvet, Southern night
Where he waits for her once more,
To spend forbidden hours
That all day she's waited for.

In the gardenia scented garden
She whispers, "Are you here?"
His strong arms wrap around her
As he draws her body near.
In the cool softness of moonlight
He touches her smooth, fair face
Pulls the ribbon from her firey-red hair
And it falls down to her waist.

Strong hands entangled
In the silken mane
Hungry lips covering hers,
Driven on by passion's flame.
The touch of his beard
Upon her ivory skin
Hot kisses on warm shoulders
Again and again.

She softly moans with pleasure
As her body feels the fever.
He whispers sweet words of love
And promises to never leave her.
First her velvet robe
Then her cotton gown,
Slip away from her shoulders
Falling to the ground.

Clothed now only in soft moonlight
Her beauty fully revealed
He pulls a blanket around them
To protect her from the chill.
Echoes of shared passion
Now blended with night sounds
They take their fill of love til dawn,
In the blanket on the ground.

Before the sun rises,
And the household's still asleep,
She climbs the stairs,
Quietly closes the bedroom door
And slides between satin sheets.
She knows he'll never be completely hers
And with another she must share
But so much in love now,
That she no longer cares.
Memories of the midnight garden
Will forevermore be theirs.


Copyright 2002 La Belle Rouge}


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