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I Wish

I wish I were an angel
To flood your world with my light
To hold, comfort and cheer you
All through long lonely night

I wish I were a fairy
To flit about your dear heart
To give it tiny squeezes
When about to fall apart
I wish I were a goddess
Of beauty a paragon
So you would gaze and wonder
Thoughts of any other gone

I wish I were a muse
Living there inside your mind
To offer inspiration
When right words you need to find

I wish I were a princess
Blessed with luxury so fine
I’d make you live in splendor
If you promise to be mine

I wish I were a star
Sprinkling stardust down on you
Guiding each and every step
Make your dearest wish come true

I wish I were the moon
Working on your inner tides
Drawing you ever closer
Till in me your love abides

I wish I were the sun
Burning to the very core
Searing you with my passion
Rays touching what I adore

I wish I were a flower
To bloom nurtured by your care
Wrap you in my loving scent
Make life beautiful and fair

I wish I were the wind
Caressing you every way
Enfolding you in my arms
Seductress having my way

I wish I were the rain
That wets body through and through
That sprinkles love droplets soft
But then drums itself on you

I wish I were the sea
Foaming, churning ecstasy
To draw you into my depth
Riding waves, unleashed and free

But I am just a woman
I’m as simple as can be
But if you give me your love
All these wonders you will see

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Inspired in part by Shania Twain’s song: “Jealous”   I love that woman…She is awesome. Wish I could see her in Vegas…She is there performing now…Such great songs….

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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That Still Small Voice

In still small voice you spoke to me
And whispered oh, so earnestly
“Be careful, child, this will not do
You wander far for pastures new…

Be careful, child, I know your heart
I know what lies in every part
Your longings only I can fill
And yet you go; I whisper still

Come back to me and be at peace
With me your every storm will cease
My child, you are my precious one
Why choose the night and not the SON!”

You spoke to me in a still small voice
But I still longed to make the choice
I wanted to feel wildly free
The one I hurt was only me

Yes, I got hurt when I denied
The truth you spoke, and so I cried
To keep me safe, you placed a hedge
You promised love in blood tinged pledge

The still small voice, I didn’t heed
My heart left bare to scar and bleed
And yet you whisper sweet to me
“I’m still here child, to set you free.

So long ago, I came to earth
You’ll soon be thinking of my birth
I left all heaven, just for you
I had to prove my love was true”

Your still small voice I can now hear
And though I’ve wandered, you are near
I hear you whisper to my heart
Lord, hold me close and never part

Eileen Manassian

Two key verses play a part in this prayer. One is a thought that I touched on in previous writes. God puts a hedge around those whom He loves to protect them...We sometimes choose to break down that hedge, and we suffer the consequences. 

Psalms 13: 5 - 6
You have hedged me behind and before,
And laid Your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
It is high, I cannot attain it.

Another thought is about how God speaks to us. He speaks to us through nature, though other believers, through His word, and sometimes...its that small voice that whispers in our ear. That's how it was with the prophet Elijah. He was afraid and was in hiding. God had plans for him. 

1 Kings 19:11-13New International Version (NIV)

11 The Lord said, “Go out and stand on the mountain in the presence of the Lord, for the Lord is about to pass by.”

Then a great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and shattered the rocks before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. 12 After the earthquake came a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire came a gentle whisper. 13 When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.

Then a voice said to him, “What are you doing here, Elijah?”

The King James Version mentions...a still small voice. Yes, He still speaks to us...but do we listen? 

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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We read each other so perfectly
two minds with a single thought,
when we combine, baby it's explosive
chemistry like ours cannot be taught.

The electricity gets me jumping
and attacks the heart's beat,
this experiment you concocted
has revived the frog's feet.

Like a volcanic lava lamp
an eruption of emotion flows,
the heat welds me to you
our bond that nobody knows.

We met inside this classroom
where my opposite attracted to yours,
like magnetized paperclips 
we were linked right from our cores.

We're closer than Dr. Jekyll was
to his hidden self, Mr. Hyde,
but, I can take you by the hand
as we go along for the ride.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

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Oh, stay with me for always love
though I may pull away,
or strike your cheek with brazen hand,
then tease you with my play.

Pledge your heart my cherished one,
though deeds do not deserve.
My words cry out from silent tongue.
Why have I lost my nerve? 

Spare me tears from love’s lost nights
and lonely days, sun-spilled,
a flood of light could never quench
soul’s thirst, I live for still.

A need or want, I ne’er define
nor scores I dare not keep,
for love’s own breath whispered in ear
can cause my heart to leap.

I pray mistakes of past shan’t cost 
my love and morrow’s trust.
No roses bloom without the thorns;
no hearth warms without dust.      

So if you go, my love from thee
I’ll know ‘tis all my fault.
To borrow time, I’ll beg and plead
‘til pounding heart does halt.  

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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On a sale, my Aunt Bel can’t be denied
Access to mark-downs with red, yellow tags
Off for the big loot, her shoulders take pride
In carrying four gigantic tote-bags.

To keep poised, she dons fancy sunglasses
Like those models who shop but then conceal,
A giddy look that excites the senses
Obsessed about offers… Aunt’s set to reel. 

Hurrying to snatch branded  teenage jeans
Which do not fit her extra large belly;
She picks a bimbo hat, dye, and face-creams
As twinkling eyes roll … what a joyful spree.

While purchases are arranged , now she whines
The Mall’s closing with a long queue that’s packed
Bel groans,” I'm dizzy; my breathing's not fine,”
She gets ahead… feigning a heart attack!

Humorous Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Thomas Martin

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

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Love On Solid Ground

On egg shells she walks
Hoping one will not break
For the head games will start
She does not want to partake

He jumps to wrong conclusions
That are farthest from the truth
He always assumes the worst
She needs rational, not uncouth

She's fighting a losing battle
For he never sees her point
She can't head off the fight
Does he enjoy being out of joint

She wants to walk on solid ground
To no longer fear the cracks
She deserves to live happily
Not worrying about his attacks

Finding the courage to walk away
When the heart wants to remain
If only he could change his ways
Love her without causing any pain

She would more than gladly stay 
Embrace living happily ever after
But as important as true love is
Equally vital is trust and laughter


Copyright © Cecilia Macfarlane | Year Posted 2013

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You French exit at the back door
When you laugh rolling on the floor
For me you have a lot in store
Can’t tell now but I know there’s more
I just find your choice perplexing
Wondering if you’re wondering
What it’s like loving and learning
I’m just here, silently waiting
Your busy-being-single phase
Like the cool drizzle on my face
Soon enough will vanish in space
Your way back to love, you’ll soon trace
Open your eyes and look at me
I know I can make you happy
I have never been this cheesy
You can give in, you can choose me

Copyright © Jesus De Castro | Year Posted 2015

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Unintentional Heartbreaker

I will not dye my hair,
blonde like Marilyn Monroe,
or cover myself in makeup,
to go and put on a show.

I am not one of those girls,
who will purposely flirt,
winking at every man,
just to eventually cause hurt.

I know how it feels,
to have my heart broken,
he was selfish and cruel,
uncaring words were spoken.

I never wanted to hurt your feelings,
because we were not meant to be,
I feel so very flattered,
that you had a crush on me.

The right girl is out there,
she is waiting for you,
just like my guy is searching,
for a heart that beats true.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Lifting Me Up

My heart is on Your shoulders,
And You are lifting me up.
With every spoken tender gesture,
I fall a little farther in love.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Not The Same Without You

It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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We will cherish these moments
Because they are few,
But please always remember
I will always love you.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Fallen Victim

I have fallen victim so many times
To nobody's fault except only mine.
I will ask for forgiveness and have faith,
Even though I feel like I am not saved.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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To Love a Woman

You love the warrior woman
the one who's in control
you love the sweet seductress
who electrifies your soul

You love the teasing temptress
the woman who knows to please
you love the siren vixen
who makes you fall to your knees

You love the modern lady
who's full of class and finesse
who takes it all in her stride
knows how to dress and undress

You love the pretty woman
who graces you with a smile
the loving kind supporter
who makes it all seem worthwhile

Why can't you love the captive
who's imprisoned by your love?
The one who needs your kindness
to know what life is made of?

Why can't you love the weak one
who needs your strength to survive?
the one who clings to your heart,
for your soul keeps her alive?

Why can't you love the hurt one
who needs healing from your lips?
the "thirsty for love" woman,
who's only been granted sips?

Why can't you love her fully,
for all the good and the bad?
Love her in her sheer madness
Love her when her heart is glad

Be different from mortal men
Who desire what appeals
Be her hero of valor
who feels all that her heart feels

For I am myriad women
in the body of just one
Don't love just a part of me
or I'm sure your love to shun

Love my strong fighting spirit
Love my broken weakened mind
Love seductress and seduced
Love with madness that is blind

If you love in completeness
If you treasure all I am
You'll be my king and lover
I will make you feel all man!

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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Choices To Face

I have some choices to face,
But these are not my decisions to make.
God told me what He wants me to do;
He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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The Robbery

Rob me of my purity,
But once again it's all my fault;
Fell into the trap of false promises
Because I pressed play instead of pause.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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To Be Or Not To Be

To be or not to be?,
That is my question to you,
When the truth is told to me,
Then I shall decide what to do.

Are you not to be my dream come true?,
Are you to be my nightmare?,
Shall you leave me feeling blue?,
Or will you always be there?

Are you not to be my rose?,
Are you to be my thorn?,
Will you on bended knee propose?,
Or shall you leave me all forlorn?

Are you not to be my life?,
Are you to be my end?,
Me, I shall be your loving wife,
Will you be more than just a friend?

Are you not to be my heaven?,
Are you to be my hell?,
Always home by the hour of eleven,
Or shall I alone at midnight, dwell?

Are you not to be my light?,
Are you to be my dark?,
Shall I hide in the shadowed night?,
Or soar in day as a skylark?

Are you not to be my truth?,
Are you to be my lie?,
Will you stay after my youth?,
Or leave me to wonder why?

Are you not to be my love?,
Are you to be my hate?,
Were you sent from above?,
Or am I just tempting fate?

To be or not to be?,
A question I need an answer to,
When the truth is told to me,
Then I shall decide what to do.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Loving Opposites

Can we awake from the madness, 
that divides this world in two,
can we set free our ‘rightness’
to a different point of view?

Free-will as a gift has been given 
as a sacred God-given right,
to all of life’s diverse species
that we might grow to the Light.

Yet that which contains no shadows
remains forever unknown, 
for contrast gives depth and meaning
through light and shade and tone.  

This gift we all have been given, 
is a wondrous two-edged sword,
for we can explore the darkness, 
where hatred and fear are stored.

Can the light exist without darkness, 
or the day be complete without night? 
for opposites balance the fulcrum,
in all that is wrong or right. 

If a fool persists in his folly, 
eventually he will be wise 
to the pattern of God’s creation,
where awareness has to arise.

For the pain we inflict on others, 
will certainly haunt us again,
as part of the path to perfection, 
where all is held as the same. 

If I only accept my light side, 
who carries my fear and shame?
if I only walk on my ‘right’ side
I must for certain be lame.

If I see myself as a ‘good’ guy, 
Who then do I see as the ‘bad?’ 
If I hold to one thought or system, 
then someone will see me as mad.

Our thoughts and our words condemn us
In all that we say or we do, 
Whenever I make a statement, 
the opposite also is true. 

Can we find the way to redemption,
in this world with its shade and hue?
for tyrant sits within us,
if we but only knew. 

My fanatic sits within me,
waving his rifle and sword, 
my dictator stands beside him,
condemning my every word. 

And how do I deal with these monsters, 
that generate hatred and fear, 
can I learn to love and accept them
as a part of all I hold dear?

When I love my inner traitor, 
my terrorist and my thief,
I can find a place for us to live, 
in harmony and in peace. 

When we come to know that opposites
in all of us have to dwell, 
we can find a place of balance,
in the space ‘tween heaven and hell.

When we stop projecting our shadow
onto those we know must be wrong,
we will find the path to redemption, 
where all of us can belong. 

Can we awake from the madness 
that tears this world in two,
by pitting us against ourselves
with different points of view. 

Light sits within the darkness 
and there’s darkness in the light
by dancing with these opposites
we move from wrong and right.

We can awake from the madness
that splits this world in two,
by walking in the shoes of those
with different points of view.

Copyright © David Furlong | Year Posted 2015

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To Fall In Love With You

It was all so unexpected 
When I met you the first time
With all my hopes and dreams for us
Just hanging on the line
We’d both been disappointed 
In our search for something true
But I could tell that you were different
Before I even met you, I just knew.

I had this little feeling,
And I had a lot of faith.
My heart was pounding in my chest
The day of our first date.
And the first time that I saw you, 
I could hardly breathe
You looked like a prince to me
I never would have guessed that you’d choose me.

So you took me by the hand 
And we walked around downtown
You held me as tight as you could
Kissed me like no one else was around
I could not believe it, that I found you
That you were real, and what I felt so soon
And then you danced with me
And sang to me under the moon.

We both saw shooting stars that night
I think it was a sign
A sign that this time will be different
That God is moving in our lives.
As far as romance stories,
I feel like we’re writing ours
I can’t wait for the next chapters
Can’t wait to let my heart keep falling for yours.

To find a million more things to love about you.
To learn that love can be true
To fall in love with you
To be in love with you.

Copyright © Holly Miller | Year Posted 2015

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The Dream Maker

Eyelids dance in a world obscured
Fabricating illusions we will seek
Like the melody of an unforgettable song
It's conception buried in the deep

Visions of his eyes
The tone of her skin
Is the one they see a dream
Or something clearly impinged

His laugh and the curve of his lips
Sun-touched highlights in her hair
Are they fabled reveries or
Unconscious aspects by which we compare

She longed for his tender ways
He wanted for her seducing dance
A distant memory that was never lived
A dream within a dream perchance 

We're looking for things we've never known
In someone we've never met
For this we cry and bow our knees
A joining of halves that must connect

And if by some miracle of fate
These two dreamers paths do cross
By no visible nor unseen force
Could ever unjoint loves intercourse

The Dream Maker
In some majestic space resides
The famed and masterful slumber illuminator 
Arranging the destiny of lives

For Rick, the love of my life! 

Copyright © Sarai Romani | Year Posted 2013

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Sailing These Seas

Sailing these seas, right now the waves are rough.
The ship is hard to steer, and I fear we may sink.
My crew has hope, but they don’t see what I do.
The water’s looking troubled, just like the way I think.

Sailing these seas, the waves have settled down.
The ship is sailing smoothly, I believe we’ll be okay.
My worries are at the back of my head.
I’ll save them for another day.

Sailing these seas, I think we’ve struck something!
My crew is in a panic, and I was not prepared.
Captain, don’t you know you always have to be cautious?
Even the leader sometimes gets scared.

Arriving at the shore, the ship barely intact.
Most of my crew is gone, but a few knew how to live.
They saved me when I needed them.
I want to show thanks, but I have nothing left to give.

*side note*

To me, this poem sort of symbolizes depression, while indirectly talking about it.

The first verse pretty much says
"I am in a bad place, and I have supporting friends/family, but they don't see what I'm going through the way I do."

Second: "Things are getting better and I've decided to stop worrying about bad things happening and try to be happy."

Third: "Whenever I start thinking about good things and have hope, something bad always happens and I should've been prepared for it."

Fourth: "I made it through it, but lost a lot of the people supporting me because they couldn't handle me while I was down, and whatever I went through weakened me so it's hard to show gratitude to the people who stayed."

Copyright © Megan Devon | Year Posted 2013

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It's like a weight lifted off of my heart;
I am no longer torn apart.
Thank God you are safe;
Everything is okay.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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We stand there mumbling side by side, 
so many words that cannot rhyme
no pathway for love to reside,
transparent is the cloak of time.
His  thoughts grow cold that interfere 
with birdsongs through each frozen pause;
that words repeat  but cannot hear
are signs why affection withdraws.

And as we trail of when and where,
the voice of fate calls from behind
misty like the scent of water;
our eyes now heavenly designed
to awaken hope beaming in gold 
as cloudscape spills warm potpourri.
And just before he turns, behold!
He renews our vows of sanctity.

Faye Gibson's The Scent Of Water Contest

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

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Haunted by your memory,
You're in my thoughts and dreams,
They say you never forget your first,
There's truth to that it seems

Copyright © Kristy Burgess | Year Posted 2013

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For Your Eyes Only

They said we'd never make it
They said we would not last
And though we've had it rough, dear 
For us, the dye's long been cast

They don't seem to understand it
They don't have a single clue
That though we have our problems
There is a magic glue

A glue so rare and precious
A glue so exquisitely fine
Forged out of our young love
Making you forever mine

We have a precious daughter
She is the forever bond
The union of our souls is she
Of whom you are so fond

Today as I watched you sleep
I longed to kiss you awake
With passion dipped words to say:
“Wake up, sweet love let’s make!”

And so I teased and I pleased you
Laid your head on my bare breast
I smiled at myself for I knew
That would bring on all the rest

I was not disappointed
You made me scream and sign
With techniques tried and true
You took me to the heavens high

And now you're getting older
You're climbing the ladder of time
Remember when you're old and grey
I'll still think you are sublime! 

Eileen Manassian Ghali

A Little Background:

I wrote this some time ago for my husband, but I added to it to post it today. I met him when we were twelve, he asked me out at 14, I accepted him at 17 when I came back from the States, I married him at 26.  We were neighbors, but our families were rivals of sorts. Regular Montegues and Capulets. His parents threatened to disown him if he married me. He was willing to go through the risk. This explains the beginning of the poem. It's been twenty years now. We are still together. The Title of the poem, a song by Sheena Easton, was "Our SONG."

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

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In Tenderness of Night- A Repost

In tenderness of night
Restore my faith in ME
Caress in gentle ways
That make my heartaches flee

In tenderness of night
Clothe my name in your need
Touch me in every place
That fantasy will feed

In tenderness of night
Mend all my broken dreams
With promise drenched kisses
That carry sunshine beams

In tenderness of night
Let traveling hands stake claim
Dancing minstrels of love
That banish all my shame

In tenderness of night
Breathe over me your love
As I lay helpless, bare
Passion’s eagle turned to dove

In tenderness of night
Love out of me despair
With words of noble knight
Confess my beauty fair

In tenderness of night
On body free your soul
Mating of mysteries
Fragmented lives made whole

In tenderness of night
Let time be ever still
Neath eyes of silver moon
Your essence in me fill

Naught else but you and I
In tenderness of night
Yet what transpires now
Brings forth dawn’s glorious light

Eileen Manassian

Due to some comments on my latest poem, I deleted it and reposted one of my older writes. I hope you enjoyed this piece.

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2014

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--BREATHE: a collab with Mystic Rose

BREATHE As I inhale jasmines: sweet sailing scents of blooms, it place me to the time where distance has no room I'm chilled by blowing wind from an open window, struck by void while the moonbeams shines to grass below. Missing and hunger are the melodies that sweeps a lowly heart trembling as melancholy creeps, my growing yearning is to close this dreary space for so long it tears our hearts with wanting embrace. Our beings are imperfect but we do aspire: to feel, to taste one true love all of us desire--- throbbing with purity, lifting a soul from mire to end sorrows brought by agony and cooled fire When true love finally comes, stays and do surround, life reckons with a purpose to set and abound. Freed from shackles, thriving forever with delight: breathe anew for darkness shall fade to fuller light. When the night claims you like a wayward leaf of old and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold you don't ask any questions and you don't dare breathe you just follow her, like a light weight tumbled weed Down the passages of dark, down the staircase of rune every step a little deeper than the crevices of moon you can almost taste the air, on your tonguing clepe you can down the stars of heaven in one single leap Taking you by the waist it shall dance you through the elixir of happiness when your feeling down n' blue you just thank the Lord for the magic of this gift all you need is skin n' eyes to cross her lowly rift When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old and takes you to her caves, all etched with gold don't ask her any questions just go ahead breathe no, don't ask her anything at all, just breathe, yes breathe... ___________________________________________ 4:25 pm, January 08, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2016

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Inside Stories

Nobody knows your dirty clothes,
Like your best friends do.
The small detail that few know,
Back roads that lead to you.

©2014 Honestly JT

Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2014

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Would you mind to listen ?
Have I told you before ? no, I 
I'm fall in love too easily.
Now I love you,honestly.

Copyright © Megantiq Louge | Year Posted 2013

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Simple Pleasures

(for Timothy Lee – the best of me)

Eyes meet over sips of morning coffee,
Warmth travels thru both my body and heart,
While you couch-settle around and near me.
I value sharing a perfect day’s start.

I enjoy each fun, twosome adventure;
Hands clutched in the dark, entering a park
Where night skies speak no reproachful censor.
We swing, slide, laugh – our own romantic lark.

Home, a safe, private nest, our lives’ own stage,
Is my best, favorite, real life place.
I relish all your couple, loving ways,
And my own happy, mirrored on your face.

Wrapping me secure within your warm skin
Each night before giving way to our sleep,
Is a blessed delight with my spirit’s twin.
I cherish your voice's sweet night-night peep.

Pleasure is us, standing strong together,
Growing blessings, beliefs and faith as one,
Knowing we each make the other better  
And our love will be until time is done.

Contest:  Simple Pleasures
Sponsor:  Kim Merryman
Written:  January 15, 2016
Quatrain a/b/a/b
3rd Place

Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2016

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I Love How You Love Me

I love how you love me
In all you do and say…
Your love language I read
The words in sweet array

I love how you see me
Beauty flows from your eyes
The light does anoint me
It declares I’m your prize

I love how you praise me
A goddess in your mind
You let me rule supreme
Your heart to me is signed

I love how you touch me
Your hands awaken dreams
Everything falls away
And heaven nearer seams

I love how you kiss me
Your lips, travelers fine
They leave no virgin site
Every visit a shrine

I love how you taste me
You relish the refined
I flavor my body
For you, nothing confined

I love how you feed me
Satiate me with treats
I never go hungry
You reward me with sweets

I love how you take me
How you tenderly please
You hold back your fire
Till I beg for release

I love how you want me
Like the desert craves rain
You wait for the deluge
As I course through each vein

I love and adore you
For your delightful ways
My sweet essence of life
Take me through all my days

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013