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ONLY EVER WITH YOU

O N L Y E V E R W I T H Y O U Only ever with you, I love to have and hold into the circle of your arms, I'll unfold; into your blue eyes' greeting shine, my gold; only ever with you, I yearn to grow old... Only ever with you I can write rhymes as such for you bring my muse from dust to dash, to hush Only ever with you my being wants to attach as first step already taken to our primrose path Only ever with you, tips dance linger to cherry lips Slow summer hands will roam vast to wonderland Whence pearl white peel smooches chocolate skin only ever with you, heartbeats climbs a boiling point Stars and moon may leave the dark skies yet, one look at the gleam of your blue eyes day and night, I see the rising sunrise. Only ever with you, I will dive to lows or heights for only ever with you, I'll plunge to infinity. Prayers plea asking blessings from Divinity to tie two hearts and two souls in sole unity. Mindless to whatever is there in humanity Only ever with you... _______________________________________________ POEM OF THE DAY -- February 27, 2015 ©O. E. Guillermo 5:32 pm, February 26, 2015

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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 we go on a journey
                                  In a storm of illusions






25.08.2014
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

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TRUE LOVE

.           True love 

I love the way you make me love you
Love the way you step my heart on the ground.
When you walk into the room
I love the way you do not even look at me.
You take my breath away
With all the words you say,
I fell in love with you more 
The day you walked out the door.
I love how strong you became
I love the way you always hang up the phone. 
I can't get enough of you 
When you want me out of your face.
True love came to me all of a sudden 
When you dumped me in our special place.

I take my self back into your arms,
only when I am asleep.
I know I brought your heart a little harm.
Now the boat has turned making my love weep.
You do not bother with my charm
All you do is give me the cold shoulder.
In my book of love, you will get over it soon
In the mean time you are my true love
No matter if I have to do it all by myself.
Until than I will not give you the pleasure
Of forgetting  what you gave up.
Stop teaching me the lesson of pay back
Stop playing hard to get,
My one and only TRUE LOVE
 
.          SKAT

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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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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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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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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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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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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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Why its still you


Every time our eyes met, I started liking you
But no clue when & y I became addicted to you…

There’s no mark of you left anywhere around
But y do I cherish bits and pieces of you…

I always knew it’s a delusion & momentary
But y I’m consoling myself its real & forever too...

There is nothing special about WE,
But y m striving to carve something special for u..

Whereas hundred sparks don’t kindle my heart 
But Y do a single whisper from you….  

Whether I am roaming in my city or the other,
Y my eyes keep looking for someone just like u...

Long since haven’t got a glimpse of u in dark blue,
But y I dreamt of flying high with you

I hate all the tears shed, being apart from you,
But y do I adore many moods of you….

Not the first time my world is missing something
But y every time feeling for you is damn new..

 This spring flowers were blooming and I was gloomy
 Y wind blew me away, spreading fragrance of u...

What if I crossed paths with you once,
Y every road seems to lead me back to you…

While struggling to erase your name all over again
Isn’t it amazing I have penned a poem thinking of you…??

I wonder if it’s your charm or your weird ways,
Y my mind is frantically stuck on you..,

Ohh sweetheart com’on till me once
Y still Its YOU…Incredibly it’s YOU!!

I wanna take a breath now. .. Let the silence take me over..
As whatever I say, can’t get enough of you…!!!

Can you see I feel so incomplete without you
 Baby but why its You.. still its You…

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- Take My Hand -



   It is through joy future should be measured
   Love's temple will be built as a warm nest
   He stretches out his hand and touches her lightly
   A hand can be a silent prayer for love
   The hand can often say more than a mouthful of words can say
   "Softer than the summer wind - his loving hand" she whispered tenderly
   Hold her by the hand ... do not let go
   Merging hands together in everlasting love
   A warm and tender hand ... a hand giving and do not require
   Take her heart in your hands ... know the strength and vibration of love
   Her life is in your hands ... forever she will stay with you
   Put an eternity ring on her finger ... Shaking hands with joy
   From that day they always go Hand in Hand
   Two, we must be to build the temple of love






Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest Name: WITH THESE HANDS
Deadline 1/12/2014 12:00:00 AM
VISUAL # 1
- 6th place in the contest -

18.12.2013
A-L  Andresen :)

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- Everytime We Meet -


    Your arms locked around me with caution
    The rhythm of the dance ... love
    it has all the ingredients
    All the momens I will share with you
    You take me to places I have never been
    When the wind whispering in the trees
    it is your words I hear

    A life together that can withstand both heat and cold
    Teach us the ability to forgive
    and humility even to be forgiven
    Invisible threads, scents and memories of bygone times
    All longings that humans have carried for generations
    Stay with me to the morning and hold me closer
    Inexorably longing for love
    towards dawn and sunrise






    15.12.2014
    A-L Andresen :)
    Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

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I dreamed a dream of You

Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!

And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.

You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!

Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!

You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
... No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave... that is the question!

I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.

Yet I had left.
Why...?

One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.

Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.

Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.

The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.

You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.

I dreamed a dream of you.

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Princess

Princess, princess, please calm down,
Wear your diamond, glory crown.
I’ll make you queen, someday, you’ll see,
As long as you will marry me.

Princess, princess, don’t hate me,
I only wish that you could see.
That I love you with all my heart,
I wish that we will never part.

Princess, princess, don’t you die,
I promise you, I’ll never lie.
Stay with me through life and death,
And please don’t ever hold your breathe.

Princess, princess, don’t you cry,
I will never say goodbye.
It hurts too much to leave your side,
Like all of me has stopped and died.

Princess, princess, don’t you see,
I’m your prince, and groom to be.
Forever together, and never apart,
I give you my all, and even my heart.

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Song Of A Cherokee Princess -

Cherokee chamber,
where a pow wow stampeedes preconceptions of inheritence,
from Her beaded neck charms of chance & chains of change
glisten from opulent offerings of roots, corn & lavender ablaze
on an alter of unworked stone mantled with skins strong beasts knew,

She is a " Stomp Dance " Queen with an owl as a friend and a spider as assassin,
with rattlesnake ribbons around Her wrists and prayers in Her braids thick with traditions,
the walls of Her teepee painted with the pigments of buffalo blood & sunflower pollen,
portraying a history hewn from customs known to Spirits and men alike,
the " Stomp Dance " Queen speaks for Her People and sings from the stars,

I found this Tribe, not in Appalacia nor on a prarrie stage but in the smoke of ceremony,
the Cherokee Princess has rattlesnake teeth tied to Her thigh & turtle shells upon Her hips,
She played the rabbit on the scene, then the wolf, if you know what I mean,
celebrated by the warriors as a tomahawk maker,
praised by the medicine men for Her Visions,
and feared by the Elders because of wrath that may follow Her steps,
the " Stomp Dance " Queen is a Princess, She is a Cherokee with a song Her own -

J.A.B.

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I LOVE YOU

                                              With all of my heart

                                                 At first sight

                                               From the very start

                                              Simply cannot explain

                                              How you make me feel

                                                  I just know

                                          My thoughts of you are truly real

                                                 Just want you to know

                                                 I need to really share

                                                  How much I do care

                                               This letter I write today

                                            Express my feelings in every way

                                                  You are so kind

                                               thoughtful and devine

                                                 When you are near

                                                  I feel no fear

                                             Just knowing you are here

                                             Words are hard to impress

                                               I'll do my very best

                                                  To let you know

                                                     I love you

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The "Senses" Since

I remember the look
In those big brown eyes
As you’d smile and laugh
And leave me hypnotized

I remember the touch
Of your hands so soft
How you’d hug and comfort me
And shake the cold off

I remember the taste
Of your sweet lips on mine
Enthralled in a kiss
For hours at a time

I remember the sound
Of your voice so warm
You’d just whisper gently
And quiet the raging storm

I remember the smell
That enchanted my nose
The scent of your body
Bathed in absolute rose

Yes, I remember you dear
And all the love we grew
And I have spent a lifetime
Making “sense” of you

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Love of a Rose

To have the love and sentiment
Of man, a vibrant rose,
Who courts with such a tenderness
While striking such a pose.

His flaming petals, soft and sweet,
That gently brush my lips,
A dashing leaf of lively green
Has slyly swept my hips.

His body tall and stiff with life,
His stalk down through his stem,
The shades of envy darken so,
That he becomes a gem.

His thorns, he wears them strong and proud
Though lethal they appear,
For thorns he bears to shelter me
And rid me any fear.

His velvet quivers in the breeze,
Like dancing sheets on fire,
Caress me love, from head to toe,
And see what may aspire.

For when a rose declares its love
Its pollen it will share,
So soft like dew drops over me,
I am captive in his lair.

Entangled leaf in leaf we are,
My petals soft and pale,
One jagged edge of you I feel
So tender without fail.

You trace my figure soft and slow
For petals, they will break,
But since you hold me warm and safe
They’re only yours to take.

So pick my petals, one by one,
And let them flutter by,
For all this world needs to survive
Are roses, you and I.

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Talk to me

Talk to me otherwise I'll disturb you, I'll follow you everywhere and sneak into your mind silently. From the busy street to your lonely room, in the hectic hour and in lazy noon, I'll come to you, upsetting your schedule frequently. In sleepless nights when you nurture, caress a newborn poem, I'll come in forcing you to stop and think of me. Please talk to me! ================

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Wind

The wind rustles your hair as the sun brings joy .

It tells your secrets and they are well kept.

They go where it is needed turning gracefully.

Will you dance again?

 

What about your joy?

Its buried now and your hair is gone.

Birds dancing and your bare arms reach for me.

Saves the last dance.

 

I love your cold breath and the heat.

Your almost home.

But you will leave  as before.

Dance for me.

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- Soul Of Love -

 

                          

                           An angel comes on sunlit rays

                     At a special place and time in our lives

                      Look with hope to the horizon of today

                 I promise to brighten your face with soft kisses

                              Though I love you today

                           Tomorrow I will love you more

                      Because you posses all life's sweetness

                  Then I will show you a way to heavenly security

                       So yes, there are Angels in heaven above

                                    Stay in my heart

                                  Until my last breath

                               No greater love will we find










26.04.2015 A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved

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Sweet Surrender

I would willingly lose myself, to find rest in your iridescence
Thirsting the taste of your sacred place, craving your inner presence
I would freely submit myself, offer my sweet surrender
Kneel at the altar of your love presenting gifts of endless splendor
I would happily give you my trust and all that it may hold
Intertwining our spirits one unto another until the two become one soul 
I would willingly be consumed by your thoughts and take root within your dreams
Take you beyond euphoria, show you things, you’ve never seen
I would willingly taste of your skin and savor your blissful essence 
Seductively sip of your springs, and relish your quintessence
I would willingly manifest your yearnings, make your desires reality
Ride to the realms of seventh heaven; act out your wildest fantasy
I would happily fall to my knees and worship you as a king
Reverence you with admiration, respect and untamed sexuality 
I would freely wrap you within the warmness of my femininity 
Liquefy your lingering lust, Melt onto your masculinity, 
I would willingly freeze this moment in time, just to live this life with you 
Love you the way you deserve to be loved. 
The way that only I, can do.


Chiquita Chiamaka Baity

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A Spirit In Her Ear

Love maker,
Body taker Love shaker,
Hot whisper,
Peppermint & jasmine in air
Tickling every body hair,
Reverberating into the Queen's chamber,
A tiger's den teething to be,
Safety in no layer, romance the pillar of this prayer,
Our auras igniting flower vases ablaze
To compliment our shadows,
Personas fevered with juiced up joy,
We both played Aces,
Mine the Spade her's the Diamond,
Together we make an Ace of Heart's place,
Caprice keeping hold of Club's Ace,

She exhales stars from a mouth murmuring for moments of senseless beauty,
Purring for pleasure painted with a kiss,
Illuminating my frame with pixied permission
Unharnessed we are, as spontaneity seduces strategy,
Craving the next second like atoms in a spin for sin,
Feeling each other in ways undefined
Unrefined, simply, lustfully,
Loyal to needs supernatural,
Gifted in gritty game,
Rubbing her rose with fingertips of cool flame,
Giving her the wand that was once only mine,
As lovers now, belonging to Poetry's promise,
Complete partners, reunited treasures  -

J.A.B.

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Journey to the Peak

Little blades of grass touching my naked feet
Oh, the soft pleasant touch, the trodden path
I am treading again; though this is my first
Venture, my maiden hike towards the peak
The great heights of the neighbouring mountains!
Have you ever lost yourself in the benumbing wilderness?
Have you ever heard the silent call of the Titans, metamorphosed
Into rocks? Little nameless flowers swaying their heads 
In an enchanted dance; the chill in the air 
Gently touching my mortal body, making a grand statement
“If the heaven exists anywhere, it’s here, it’s absolutely here”
The eternal path leads you from crag to crag, from bends to bends
Like a child of nature I play hide and seek with the impish fountains
And waterfalls, oh how majestically they cascade down 
On the wings of wild butterflies, 
Swiftly hiding 
Into impregnable gorges
The hairpin bends
Beckons
Oh, the wider stretch again
Looming, there is before, the endless and bottomless
Gulf of the sky, kissed benevolently by the sunny morning
High and hoary oaks and pines
Standing on both sides like insomniac sentries
The intolerable ache, nearly paralysed feet
One
Step 
Forward, another
One
Inflated lungs
Is it the end of the road?
Oh, god, at last, yeah, at last
I am on top 
I am looking beneath towards the inviting clouds
My eagle soul outstretches its wings

The sky kisses my forehead like my mother
 

17.09.2014
Contest: Pinnacle