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- You Touch My Heart So Gently -



                            Warm raindrops fall like pearls
                       Yes, like pearls from heaven they fall
                           warm drops from love`s breath
                             which adds misted windows
                       Your lips pressed lightly against mine
                             I glide into a beautiful dream
                            Floating on warm white clouds
                               and sweet summer winds
                   You are what my heart has always longed for
                            You touch my heart so gently
                           Your presence gives me warmth
                           Your confidence gives me peace
                                Love me ... as I love you
                                 Show me your paradise
                              Two hearts melting together
                                     in a world of love
                             together they go on a journey
                                  In a storm of illusions






25.08.2014
A-L Andresen :)

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My Heart Belongs To You

The flight of the butterfly as she flutters by
Captures your beauty as seen by my eye
A rose in full bloom, a moonlit sky
The wind in your hair, all make me cry
I'm down on my knee, giving thanks above
Professing to all, the songs of our love

Your beautiful smile, your sweet lush lips
The gleam in your eye, the sway of your hips
Your kind gentle soul. your great big heart
Never will leave you, will never depart
Oh how I love thee, the girl of my dreams
Talking for hours, but minutes it seems

I'd walk on water, I'd swing from the trees
I'd play with fire, for you I would freeze
Come slow dance with me, my future lover
Joy and happiness we will rediscover
My words describe a beauty that is true
My dearest sweetie, my heart belongs to you



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And This Rain

And This Rain

Your verse became a misty trip to distant links
maybe the reason of sun's dodging was false,
affection left behind the borderlines and brinks
reminds of your ethereal, betrothal pulse.

Our time is still, with eyes to shine, conceived,
so is your company, outside my car to stray,
a fog rescinds while slowly falls, two souls bereaved,
the arbor trees in dusky light, remote sway.

The nightly breeze becomes your touch upon my face,
conducts unknown my course to steady effuse,
our steadfast floats upon the brines that dreams encase,
a summer song of longing stills and souls' bemuse.

How many sentiments a railroad trip ascribes
beyond horizon's borderlines and faded strings,
caressing touch of fingertips by airy brides,
- your Sunday advent will become a bird that sings.

Perchance you are bending softly on my scriptures,
inside a car of an expatriating train,
while I recall on Storrow Drive, your nightly features,
- as we have missed our dreamy summer and this rain.

© 10/9/2011, G. Venetopoulos All rights reseved

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A Rose In The Heather.

So still and beautiful lays the rose in the heather,
Lifeless and dying, given to bring you happiness,
So fragile is this rose laying in heather,
Slowly withering and drying, crumbling to a powder,
I look at you and see this rose ever fading,
Once growing, living, accenting its surroundings,
But now gone, plucked from the bush by one mans lust,
I could never compare you to this rose laying in the heather,
For your beauty surpasses its own,

So still and beautiful lays this rose in the heather,
Now dried cracking and dead, stored in a book to bring memories,
So weak and faded is this rose in yellowing heather,
Slowly falling apart as you touch the fragile petals,
I look at you and remember the flower when it faded,
That germinated and grew where I had sown its seed,
Now gone, plucked from the ground by one mans hope,
I would never compare you to this old heather and roses,
For its life was surpassed by yours,

Now I tell you I love you with cellophaned roses in heather,
Draining lifeless this dying confession of my dreaming,
This rose is more fragile then the first had I gave you,
But I could’t approach, my courage eroding at your sight,
I look at you now and see the love I sought inward,
Once alive and growing but only within lost confines of myself,
But never quite gone I hold this consuming fire close inside,
I could never combine your world with mine,
You always looked passed never noticing me,

Now I open my book that holds the first rose, wishing I gave it for the sake of 
chance,
Instead I hold a created memory that never came passing, 
That never could I fear,
I hold tight to the lie that through wonted silence I painted,     
But that chance for your love died with the first rose wrapped in heather.

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An Ode to the Angel of Death

What manner of an angel be
my love, who standeth here?
Such beauty did I never see
in any Earthly year.
What mighty magic has she cast
to make me love her so,
that if I should for aeons last,
still with her I shall go?
What wonders lay beneath her breast
and weigh my heart like stones?
These eyes of mine did never rest
on any sweeter bones.
What better end have I to meet
than ‘fore my Lady break me
to lift me in her embrace sweet
and to her darkness take me?

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Ecstasy's Peak

Gazing into your eyes as you slip between my thighs
Wrapping myself around your joy, I can feel your nature rise.
 
Our bodies moving in sync, slowly swirling my hips
You caressing my love with your finger tips
 
Tasting your sweet skin, I feel you throbbing within
In a state of nirvana, were lost in heavenly sin
 
Dripping in sweat I’m softly kissing your neck
Gently clutching my breast, and I’m so soaking wet
  
Calling, your name out, the soft erotic sounds
Gratifying moans and groans, they become my silent shouts
 
Softly biting my lips; I try to quiet the cries
 Your Ecstasy playing and swaying, I feel it growing inside
  
Succumb to my pleasure, lose all self-control
Release the lust you hold inside, just let it all flow
 
A continuous climax, my composure disappears
A spell that is euphoric, trying to hold back the tears
 
Climbing ecstasy’s peak, you smoothly taking your time
There’s no need to rush, we have the rest of our lives.

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Love Poetry

If only for a moment,
I could swoop you away.
I’d plan an entire night,
Easing the stress of the day.

Fresh cut roses in a vase,
And a candle lit dinner.
My mind races with thoughts,
And girl, you’re the winner.

Delve into this ecstasy,
For my love’s not a mirage.
After your lovely dinner,
I’d give you a massage.

Take the load off your feet,
And let my fingers flow.
Lets just sail away,
To wherever this may go.

I want to see you chill,
And clear out your head.
Relaxing with no worries,
As the best lies ahead.

With a cluster of grapes,
And a little red wine.
A hint of soft music,
For you to unwind.

Releasing your tension,
I like to see you smiling.
And the layers of fun,
Are just now compiling.

A late walk on the beach,
Unforgettable memories on sand.
I’d be your noble servant,
Every wish at your command.

If you need to get away,
Come spend an evening with me.
Our action’s would write a book,
Of the greatest love poetry.

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Arrow Kiss

You are my soul's hinterland Huntress
methodical in seduction
beautiful in bashful entrapment,
capturing this man's mania for erotic offering
leading me into open fields of forbidden fantasy,

Disrobe my desire, denude my fire
that spires hot for you,
you are my naked rose
the tempt in my nose,
study me into your curious and craving eyes
steady my focus for inescapable caress,
take notes of my heart
make love to my every part,

You are my love Muse
the woman I choose
the pulse I use
a breath and skin
I savor to bemuse,
no other woman
shall shade and confuse
our loving views,
this face is yours
my tongue adores your shores
my Quill explores all your doors,
grab me needily
where the throb for your grip is thickest,
spread petals silken pinkest
lay wide your pleasure purest  -

J.A.B.

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A Full Moon Brings Out The Freaks

A mirror to my future, a reflection to my desire, 
Wrapped up in ribbons, red blazes of erotic fire. 
Upon skin so soft, thread of skill gently weave, 
Tied to the headboard, surrender, I can not leave. 

Surrounded by darkness, blindfolded to it all 
Falling deeper and deeper, catch me as I fall 
Screams of pure pleasure, screams of perfect pain 
Guide me in this darkness, my master of domain 

Soft touches tickle, hard touches excite 
Where do you go when I am blind to sight 
Heat upon my flesh like a thousand candles dance 
Flushed red cheeks, rewarded by romance 

Enter slowly and easy, exiling demons from the past 
Needing more than minutes, make the hours last 
Colors flash inside my head, the deeper that you get 
Drink me up, sip me slow, taste my blood and my sweat 

Take from me these moans, this pleasure, my sacrifice 
On nights of uncontrolled emotions naughty equates nice 
Each beat is bolder than the last, each beat a melody 
As we reach the stars tonight, let love shine all over me

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Wooing the Artist With Flowers

Words are merely thoughts to keep flowers company; 

Pictures you can hang in your hall.

But the faces of these blossoms, 

Slightly jealous of your smile,

See well past the obstacles you have stored there.

There is tenderness in their contemplation of the grayness in your eyes.

And they mutter amidst the clutter,

'tis not the speed that makes the journey, but the direction that you choose’.

Whilst welcoming the warmth from your hands as you arrange them.

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