Tunisian Nights

Tunisian Nights

Under the golden Tunisian moon, I remember her fervid best
Flaxen hair wafting in the warm desert night breeze,
Nights of love and rapture, soft caresses, deceptively endless
Youth and love served above the quiet starlit night streets

Deep cobalt eyes gazing into mine as softly as her quiet moans
Legs intertwined, fingers interlocked, I am somewhere far away again
The world ceases to exist; we are the center of each others' universe
Impenetrable in each others' sway, symbiotic passion under a muslin shroud

Oh how I ache for that time long ago, when youth was my servant
Free from the cumbersome burden of years traveled and miles past
Love is far away now, never again to return to those Tunisian nights
Memories linger, as does the taste of her tongue on mine, soft and warm

I think of her and her mysteries often, so far away now, a dream past
I feel her warm sweet breath on my chest as she sighs softly in my arms
Decades have past, yet she remains indelibly etched in my heart
I feel her strong arms holding me close as I cry in my lonely night