- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Hanover
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It was cold that night in March in Hannover,
was cold that night in Germany.
Berlin bound we had taken a breathe,
a moment stolen from our journey.
I stepped out from the steam of the shower room,
As my vision cleared i stood in awe.
Had i not seen beauty before this time?
had I not tasted perfection in another place?
For a second my eye’s so foolish as if not trusted,
Oh for one more night in Hannover.
She laid before me as though never touched,
a total angelic innocence held.
Her hair so golden flowed down the pillow,
her eye’s sparkled brighter than the most beautiful of stars.
Her smile enough to make the sun shine at midnight,
Her curves so hot they could warm the whole world.
In short...stunned is what she left me,
that cold night in Hannover was more than any night anywhere.
For whatever sights to come, as long as I live,
never again will my world be so beautiful as that night in Hannover.
D Woodhead
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