Eclipse above the nile

This is just right now..at this moment 1.30AM in Aswan..nothing to do with Adobe cs..just the real colors.this is the second time in my life to have that chance.

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Floodlight causing ripples that flow down the galaxy's shimmering river
Full moon on the rise causes reaction of the same for the beings
That are the Night's friends, and I sit smiling in silent waiting, wearing
As a fragrance the scent of my love's favorite, I wear the scent of a Rose.
It is by candlelight, one single flame only burning, in my room I sit
Waiting ever waiting this night of nights, when he shall fly
Oh he shall fly up the moon's rays and into my waiting arms fill.

Who can imagine what a sight he is to see, a man once
Now a man in shape still, but oh he with just a glance
From those deep dark eyes can up my spine and through my soul
Send a most welcome yet frightening chill, a chill full
Of want, need, desire and hunger made, characteristics all present it holds
In reverance as I await, await him now to walk past my curtains blowing towards me.
I shiver, I shake, I tremble with thought of infinite possibilities
Of all that I know of and all he has yet to teach me, and eagerly await
For him, denying not the chance to let him complete me.
Then, it is as if by some trick of the moonlight he is standing
There, right in front of me and I know I have been starving, starving
For pleasure, that not one other could ever teach me, this I surely do know.

Rising from the brocade satin covered chaise by the single candle flame
I walk towards him, silk sheer of ivory color flows out behind me and
Around me, a mere whisper of cover in the full moon whose
Rays now seem to unveil me, making it a mere wisp of a gown through
Which now my body is outlined in boldest willing display.
Green eyes spark with the fires that burn deep in my soul
Dark eyes take in all that I am, as I feel his gaze like
His hands, run over me with tender embrace, he sighs out
A moan, I answer in like whisper of joint need and willing intent.

His desires shall be my pleasures as I move closer to him, raising up
Upon my toes to taunt him, Seduction is my Name,as I, in softest voice
Do tell him, causing my breath past satin soft lips to flow gently by his ear,
As I describe what I wish to engage in with him,in mutual joy.
He replies as into his arms he draws me, lips find lips,
And by his kiss he answers me, as he drinks of me like a man that has
Thirsted for wine but had only water for far too long, oh he drinks
Deep of the sweet wine of my kiss, rousing in me a blaze that bursts
Forth in his arms with my body becoming an equal match, curve for curve,
With his own, a bare foot I raise and run along the back of his right
Leg's calf, tis then only then, as if I have struck some magical word
Of some ancient tome, comes the music from the Night, and we begin to dance
As a couple the dance of Love, The Tango, a dance we have danced every
Night of this month of frivolity and chants, from century to century,ore and ore.

This night is like them, no different, he is mine and I am his, as over
His arm he my willing body bends, then back up I rise to move backwards with
His thigh directing mine to the beat of the Music of the Night, and out
Into it we in such marvelous syncopation of soul mated lovers with wings of mist go.
He leads, as upon the moon's rays we glide, he is a master and I am his equal
In pride he has stated this I know, my eyes close,I let him take me and move me, swirl me,
Circle and twirl me, no reason to doubt him, all trust is in him,
As we dance on with the music and the beats of our hearts, as the moon's
Rays ripple through our souls, the music becomes the whispers of our wants,
Each note a need, each stanza a desire that soon we both know will be met
With the equal intensity on both parts as to pleasure the other is to
Pleasure ourselves the most, for only in the meeting of wants of the other's
Hearts can we ever find true ecstacy in total happiness, this is a lesson
Learned and practiced down through the ages for we had passed into eternity
Long, long ago, fated lovers, in one month of pleasure, we may return to each others arms.

So flying now as one, we move down the stars stairway, never missing
A step as in silk I move, he in black guiding as a master should, in the
Steps of the ancient dance of Love, that dance that we danced the first night
That we met,the dance that through its rhythms we knew even then, there would
Be no more lovers, we were the one for the other, oh how sweet does the night sing
Out in such glorious song, as we move back to our room, the one we first
Found completion in, and there as before, we find it once more, as the Night
Plays softly now, the notes of the dance, the Song of the Night, the
Music of the Tango, for us alone, as I surrender, for he asks nothing of me but
My pleasure, and I give him in return the same ecstacies as he upon me plays
In caresses notes of the Song of the Night, The Tango, our right to
Claim as our own, shadows drift one into another, as we blend ethereal
Form one to the other, lovers granted a splendid gifting by the Angels
Themselves, to have the month of Fall's beginnings be the month of their
Eternal returning to be able to be lovers forever more.