Love Musings
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Written: February 08, 2024
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Scarlet lips susurrous softly,
amid quiescence of dusk
bequeath beamily beguin beats
within our sumptuous souls.
As grace echoes in crimson,
tears trickle toward titillating face
vital words are shared in embrace,
eliciting a warm scintilla that crams,
my heart to the brim,
our euphoria shall shut out the world
Such are your lovely virtues,
scarlet swing, swirl, and splendor,
mellifluous plea of my heartbeat.
Perhaps this flesh is gossamer,
wrapped around wintry bones,
until I hear the timbre of your voice.
We should meet at dusk,
as the sunshine is waning.
Daffodils light up my mane,
peppery sanguine sepals.
lusting lyrics lost like lines
Join me at dusk,
softly swinging
across stardust lips
of weary soul, singing in embers
drawn down dunes deter
We should meet at dusk,
as our skin melts into night linen,
and we sit beneath the moonlight,
not requiring any words,
floating on seahorses,
amid sapphire blue waves,
and waltzing to sea-angel moans.
We should meet at dusk,
to show me your soft hands,
wrap me in rose petals,
slow-burning summer opening.
We should meet at dusk,
with quartz amethysts
cravings for whispers of the future,
while never departing.
I shall wrap my ribs around yours,
sustained and pianissimo.
kindly apply your fingertips,
and tiptoe down my spine.
We should meet at dusk,
and, well, simply kiss me,
throw me a steamy embrace,
will fade into wildflower shades.
we whisper as silence draws,
shy, pink, fizzy, sizzling apple spirits.
I retain a nightly tally,
hours on given days
amidst the quiet murk of waiting
you embody my soul.
I almost lost faith
soaking in a velvety eclipse,
years flew by lacking your love,
which goes hollow until you smile.
I attempted to forget,
the curves of your body,
and sweat-formed salt puddles,
dewing on the warm golden dome,
those were milestone spots
of mutual delight.
Kisses resemble seaports.
such a visceral map to feel
that plagues my dreams.
Years of seclusion occurred,
erosion-prone, and sallow
a memory-bound state,
that yearns solely for,
your trustworthy love.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2024
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