I've met My Dracula...
He's said:"Love never Died!".
This Magic Love's embraced me
And made me hypnotized...
I've met My Dracula...
He's seized my hand
Than my Inner Voice's risen:
"That's your Death!"
But I've just waved...
I've met My Dracula
And made love with Him.
We haven't been as Human,
We've just became a Steam...
As Spirit of Pleasure
And Amorous Ghost,
As Clouds of Love
Fused in One
We've passed
Through the room
Insatiable dancing
For Never Died Love...
In this crazy happiness
I've became "My Dream"
And Dracula's still dreaming me
And I am dreaming Him...
Iubita
My Dracula
My Dracula
Love, Light
Dear Elizabeth,
do you know that I've jumped from the bed on my computer, because I didn't have patience to see what do you think about this poem and everything posted here from the last night...just between us, I feel I am getting crazy
... but that's OK with me...nothing new...I love it when I am emotionally and even when I can not receive enough emotions from the reality I am trying to find them in my imagination... ...typical womanish behaviour... 
thank you for your words about the poem...
actually I love the theme of "Fusing in One"
long time ago I wrote:
Her breath into his
and lips in lips.
The bodies fused in One.
Unveiled souls
with carnal loves...
One unabated tango
between reality and dreams...
This was written in my language and translated in some way...don't know if sounds clearly what I've wanted to say...
but anyway...the Love is LOVE...and NEVER DIED...
Iubita
do you know that I've jumped from the bed on my computer, because I didn't have patience to see what do you think about this poem and everything posted here from the last night...just between us, I feel I am getting crazy
... but that's OK with me...nothing new...I love it when I am emotionally and even when I can not receive enough emotions from the reality I am trying to find them in my imagination... ...typical womanish behaviour... thank you for your words about the poem...
actually I love the theme of "Fusing in One"
long time ago I wrote:
Her breath into his
and lips in lips.
The bodies fused in One.
Unveiled souls
with carnal loves...
One unabated tango
between reality and dreams...
This was written in my language and translated in some way...don't know if sounds clearly what I've wanted to say...
but anyway...the Love is LOVE...and NEVER DIED...
Iubita
Love, Light
Dear Iubita ~
Yes, I have days like that, too..............leap to the computer, looking for the words of someone. I can't imagine your short poem being even more beautiful than it is in English, yet in your native language, it has to be at least, equally so. Your poem paints an exquisite image. Your first two lines are appropriately sensuous, with the breath leading into the dance. "Unveiled souls".....very nice. I love the analogy with the quintessential "love dance"....and its being unabated . Oh-oh 
~ we're having to be careful with what we call "womanish," but I think [hope] Peter will understand your reference.
~ Elizabeth
Yes, I have days like that, too......
........leap to the computer, looking for the words of someone. I can't imagine your short poem being even more beautiful than it is in English, yet in your native language, it has to be at least, equally so. Your poem paints an exquisite image. Your first two lines are appropriately sensuous, with the breath leading into the dance. "Unveiled souls".....very nice. I love the analogy with the quintessential "love dance"....and its being unabated . Oh-oh ~ we're having to be careful with what we call "womanish," but I think [hope] Peter will understand your reference.~ Elizabeth
Dear Elizabeth,
I am back and I am seeing such wonderful words you've sent me again...thank you...
and the poems are just expressions of this very important feelings that are passing through our Heart, Soul and Mind...without them the life won't be so beautiful...that is why we want to keep them on a paper to remind us forever...such an amazing reminder...I love to go back in my memories in this way...
and also you are right I should be very careful with the word "womanish"...
Iubita
I am back and I am seeing such wonderful words you've sent me again...thank you...
and the poems are just expressions of this very important feelings that are passing through our Heart, Soul and Mind...without them the life won't be so beautiful...that is why we want to keep them on a paper to remind us forever...such an amazing reminder...I love to go back in my memories in this way...
and also you are right I should be very careful with the word "womanish"...
Iubita
Love, Light