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If My Love For You Was Greater

if my love for you was any greater
the trees would  line up in poetic forms
...awe you in sonnets written...
...part...to allow winds to cool your face...
 to trace it with natures hand.


all the oxygen that covers all the waters rise,
supercharge the breath of my emotion.

mountains would melt, shed their peaks like tears of joy.

even the arid deserts serve up fruits, 
their prickly pears peeled on a platter.

sunset would pause and sunrise hurry...
...exist in a paradox to herald your presence.

petals would climb their stems 
regroup to bloom again.

butterflies re-cocoon 
emerge as glorious fairies 
for all children to adore.

the skies would willingly 
shape, etch,  paint,  
frame my exuberance.


the planet would swell,
the galaxies expand.

in the endless depth 
of my singular love 
i hold you dear,
safely contain you 
in my admiring smile,

for now,

forevermore.




16~10~2014
Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Contest Name: Your Most Romantic Poem of 2014

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A Tulip Grows Under An Evergreen - Inspired By The Poets At PoetrySoup


A
fine
Parrot Tulip
in vibrant intensities 
with unique undertones
of green acquirable only in a 
few forests. A ruby red swirls within 
its petals beckons awareness of those very 
strokes that live in the lustre of your shapely lips 
like fantasy realized. Mirthful yellows in all those lacquers 
barely ever seen as one would scorch their eyes to gaze lastingly 
directly at the Sun - though I have been fortunate to witness identical 
iridescence in strands of your hair you unintentionally flip and like dainty 
fingers wave me on to move closer to your flawless frame - memorized easily.
A 
special 
fuchsia sparingly 
paints the flower they
say exists only in certain 
singular gemstones yet l know
this tincture for I have seen it in your 
cheeks when we play and laugh. Oh your 
laugh how it fills me - replacing noise surfing
the waves of sound in the surrounding atmosphere.
How enchanting when your laughter there - dwells to
tickle molecules invisible to the eyes but felt by the human
heart. Parrot tulips with their soft myriad shades become stunning 
against a deep black backdrop which shimmers bright like your ebony eyes. 
Sparkle like your smile and I grin happily just thinking of you, just thinking of us.
A 
pearl
white that also 
adorns the flower a 
special light effect I have
found in your complexion - dazzles
my mind each and every time I see you.
Parrot tulips a miracle of nature, a special
breed I admit are as remarkable as any offering 
that grows in our gardens but rarer still - you the flower 
I share my life with. No one, no thing, no life compares to you,
your approach - for every time I even think of you, the joy it brings
completes the meaning of my existence full. If not for you no other delight 
would have that extra zest I feel from the sharing of your love and light always.
A
Parrot
tulip oh 
what joy it
brings. How the flower
draws these words from
me. Ironic how true allure felt
fills our glass so I thought I'd share
with you how it uplifts my days - knowing
confident in our love as one - you'd never resent
me speaking of an elegance other than yours. So you may 
know - understand what the fibres of ones constitution compels 
them to write. Now - about a mystique other than the one you sport with
humility. Finally I have written a poem on aesthetics that does not mention you.
A
closing
monologue.
Just above and 
beneath the dirt grows 
riches unimaginable. Made to 
be absorbed by senses recognizable 
only by a few. They are free for the taking.
An appreciation, a love of a natural essence.
A flower, a person, romance you breathe incomparable
to anything real or imagined.  It alone are the wings we humans 
seek...as real and as precious as all else consumable. How lucky I 
am the magic handed out daily on these pages. The people I could never
find anywhere else then here. I am in love with their words in love with them.


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April 27 2015
The Gardener

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The Swan

The Swan 

Feathers floating in the wind
Perform in slow motion,
Each drift into the shadows of yesterday
She is not me -- She is not you!

A theme, upon a morning crystal view.
She truly is the wind
She is like the sun
She is as beautiful as the moon
She is the magic in your eyes.

On this night,
-She sits on the calm waters of your reflection.
Creating love, to the vows of life
She listens and counts the rhythm in the stars
She is a thief who stole every breath before
And Still---
She is the breeze
The tranquil sound, in every perfect pitch
The gleam in your eyes.

In you, she sees the ocean
Swims with open confidence
Together love holds on to every tide
Every feather kept dry and warm
- during the perfect storm -
Her wings ache with pain
That is why!
She is the essence of beauty and grace
She is the reason to smile
She is the flame
She is everything in your eyes.

Graceful feathers in the wind.
To dream the dreams of the awakened
She might just be me, she might just be you!
"Till Death Do We Part."

“Swans”
-the symbols of everlasting love-

~*~

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- I Tried To Say -







                                   On a cloud I wrote - I love you
                                       But the cloud blew away
                                    On a tree I wrote - I love you
                                  But someone cut down the tree
                          In the sand on the beach I wrote - I love you
                                 But the waves wiped them away
                                 In the wind, I cried - I love you
                      But the wind was too strong and no one could hear
                               In a small letter I wrote - I love you
                             But I never posted it - it was never sent
                                      But you know - I love you
                                    and my heart belongs to you




19.02.2013
A-L Andresen :)

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These Eyes Have Often Been Solaced

 These eyes have often been solaced

by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently

towards a sky's velveteen blanket

and angels'silver gowns

By gazing over hills

to where old country church bells

and crickets play harmonious sounds

These eyes have  often been solaced

by honey coloured shadows

pouring moonlight zest
 
across the rose plum of  my cheek

By little antique lamplights 

which illuminate my soul 's dark cobbled street

 By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand

By  tides washing out corals to a distant land

These eyes have often been solaced by your return

to this vacant room inside my heart

By the hush hushed whisper of your voice

By the embrace of your arms

By the way you love me

By the way you need me

By the way you want me

Like an autumn bonfire

 before next sunrise'dew fall

By the way you lean on me

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OUR WORLDS COLLIDE

I would love to be your comfort
A blanket when you're confused
A bright song on every dark day
Warmth and hope you cannot lose
To be the canopy to cover you
When life's storms come your way
I can be the one you've longed for
Because I see the words you can't say

So let's discard the old frayed sweater
That doesn't fit, it's come undone
You don't need words for my attention
Let's just hold hands and have some fun
Your eyes could light the skies tonight 
That coy smile, wow.. it melts my heart
My guitar plays you sweet love songs
This is our time when true love starts

Girl, drift off to sleep on my shoulder
This guy pillow.. yeah, made for you
It's so euphoric to feel your heart beat
And know your dreams are coming true
Being with you I'm filled with wonder
A kiss goodnight, no shadows to hide
In the morning, I'll be your first sight
This is how it is when our worlds collide

~Lyric Man

Note: This is a soft love song echo to Casarah Nance write, "If You Knew" There's something so incredibly amazing about a love based on commitment to do and be all you can for your partner.

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Sleeping Beauty

It seems you only appear whilst I am asleep,
teasing rapid eye movement to awake and weep.
You hide, so I wonder how beautiful you must be,
fulfil my desires and give me the chance to see.
I believe you have beauty, eyes have never seen,
which allures me to places I have never been.
Maybe you were sculpted by Michelangelo's hands,
DaVinci drew you a smile only he understands,
Rembrandt's hand trembled at the sight of your grandeur, 
maybe you are the one, Raphael's angels adore.
Your image mirrors Cleopatra's unique class,
which fades at daylight, regrets begin to amass.

I do not know your name, Silent remains the tongue,
yet I fondly believe in my heart you belong.

Silent One
23 May 2018

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The Amorous Mystique

Can it be, into this world we are dropped
from heavenly streams that have never stopped?

With sweet hope gifted to our souls delight,
oceans of love and its fiery desires;
ladies so fair, we thank our keen eyesight
and leap into romance hottest fires.

Can it be, wonderment is our reward
given for living in a world so hard?

With love's soulmate waiting a heart to touch,
deepest seas of hot sexual pleasures;
daring to embrace and love very much
this bountiful store, of life's great treasures.

Can it be, that in life's short duration
we go beyond mere infatuation?

With deeper dreams that bless spirits in need,
grant romantic nights of sweetest relief;
birth greatest pleasures of harvested seeds
fruited in soul's spiritual beliefs.

Your questions asked with pulsing energy
of lovers’ wonderland of synergy..

Gifts do flow from fountain to foundations
of souls inspiring minds to understand;
seductive passion’s yearning flirtations
of red embers roused to lusty flames fanned.

In awe you long to know love’s mysteries,
untangling threads in tender reveries..

Of all the gold offered in sun’s rich rays
Sol would be poor in the worth of our love;
for never could there be more wealth of praise
than for ambrosial taste from gods above.

During this life as our lustrous hearts’ beat
we can transcend mundane with love’s white heat..

Our physical plane of mortal being
is heightened with intimate unity;
body and soul in tantra foreseeing
weaving love’s strands into eternity.

Robert J. Lindley and Susan Ashley

(a collaboration)

July 31, 2018
______________________________

*For the purpose of this collaboration, tantra represents the weaving of strands into a unified whole and liberation of energy and expansion of consciousness*

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Sweet Violets

                                 Sweet Violets


The path you walk I adore.
                                                   Seeds I’ll scatter around,
Then from earth blooms will pour
                                                   to grace your precious ground.
A highway I shall lay for you.
                                                   Sweet violets I shall sow.
Where blossoms spring into view,
                                                   Darling, sweetly go!
Pretty heads will thickly spread.
                                                   A carpet it will seem
of amesthyst you tread
                                                   as if inside a dream.
Among those flowers we shall meet.
                                                   We’ll lie on that soft path
with happiness replete,
                                                   reveling in love’s aftermath.


Written April 2, 2017 For Brenda Chiri's Any Poem Contest
and inspired by her form of a Poem Within a Poem.
Now for Brian Strand's 'LATE SEPTEMBER STANDARD CONTEST 
any theme, any form,max of 25 lines' Poetry Contest

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Passion in Black and White

POTD 7th Mar 2018

I trust you like the music video clip which enhances the poem

Like dark molten honey caressing her tongue
and soul food for taste buds addicted to caffeine
Coffee has its own excitation
The book has lost its charm
 The fault lies entirely with the tree outside this cafe 
To its majestic being she gazes yet again
Intoxicating her mind with the magic it casts

Its sacred shades of green offers sanctuary - cocoons her
A light breeze rustles leaves that seem to whisper
enticing words articulating something in an archaic tongue
Escapism into her fantasy world comes effortlessly

A disposition for being alone - solitude her sacred space
Interrupted suddenly by a dog barking - 
The momentary moment of peace shattered
 snaps her back to reality
Well at least the tree still offers her solace
Till the comforting feeling dissipates as a strange awareness dawns
 She is being watched

Smouldering eyes so black boring through her cuts her to the core
A feeling of having experienced this de`ja` vu moment mystifies
Most disconcerting is this almost pleasurable sensation
Embarrassed and puzzled 
  she pulls her wrap protectively around her
Shielding her from eyes that linger

To cover her shyness she stares down at her book
Then to the TV on the wall

Startled she observes it has morphed into an old movie screen
Static flashes across an old Hollywood Classic rerun
Most bewildering - she does a double take - Unbelievable
 The actors in black and white 
Are her… And … this stranger
Unable to tear her eyes away from the screen she watches
in utter fascination - this person who sits across the table from her
Is the leading man in the movie

He…  She...They
Incredulously are in the throes of a passionate love scene?
She staring shamelessly into his eyes
Welcoming his wandering hands?
He thrusts his tongue into her mouth eliciting a drawn out sigh 
that intensifies into a sonorous moan arousing his demands
What is happening here?

 Like a finely tuned instrument he plays her - her resonance - his pleasure
His sole aim to pluck her strings evoking the sweetest sounds
A musician exerting the right pressure to produce a high note
of pure exhilaration must know how to use his fingers
To locate the true locus of ardour

Questing fingers slip under her short skirt
A sharp intake of breath as they run the length of skin
in search of excellence to acclaim his prized opus
through the essence of his masterpiece and the high ecstatic notes
Only he can achieve
And Boy! - Does he know how!

Raw intense undulating pleasure like waves over waves
Wash over her - a nostalgic fragrance of bygone days linger
 But logic interrupts fantasy with a mentation
They have already experienced this exhilaration 
From a past life?
Lovers that have lived in each other?
A rare phenomenal - no words needed
As he saunters over to her table - she smiles…

POTD 7th Mar 2018

Music:"Teach Me Tiger" by April Stevens

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Hot And Cold Comes The Night


LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION 


You
must know
I cried yesterday 
and I think I broke the world
so I braided some words into twine
planted some sweet and sour coated seeds
I grew free standing expressions and then I joined 
them with left over thread to present these interlocking pieces 
in their proper order regardless of the number they wear in an attempt
to confuse and deceive. I offer this humble list for your reading enjoyment 
It is an honour to have you visit my page. The pleasure I assure you is all mine



WORDS ON PAPER - THE LIST



FIVE


I loved you centuries before we were born.
You lived in my dreams before I ever slept.
When others wasted time picking flowers
I waited for when it was time to pick you.

Love calls you in the natural scent of your partner.
You'd feel their touch in the vacuum of outer space.
Your desire for them would melt away the ice age.

I want to find a door in the brightest part of the sky I 
could open to erase what was, to shine a light so bright 
it, like a book of golden words, would write ideas so vital 
as to eradicate even a suggestion of our mournful past.

I want to be that magician who does not bother with 
illusion but rather heals wounds and shatters burden.


TWO


We were at the fair, joviality in the air.
A memory filed, I was a young child 
holding balloons floating round like full moons
in vivid colours bright. Fixed on this joyous sight
I was on Cloud Nine proud these were mine.
If I had not let go of them.  If I hadn't watched them
as they flew higher and higher as my heart sunk lower and lower
I might of never learnt what it felt like - hurt.
Hope gloats, hope floats.
either your way or just away.


THREE


sometimes the afternoon sun is.....too hot
to walk barefoot........on the concrete path
still even then.......I refuse to wear my hat
I guess I'll never change, I'm just like that.

sometimes when I jump in the lake in late summer...
with all of my clothes on...I do it in the evening......as
I go down...way down to the bottom...there's a gentle 
peace overtakes me..I want to stay down like a rock...
                    revel in the ecstasy...not swim back up..........not ever                    


SEVEN


ours was a paper mâché love
living in a cut out cardboard home
with a macaroni art painted lawn
and nothing real to call our own
nothing solid that we could hold.

we tried stacking lego bricks
but you have to be able to pop your cheek 
to qualify as a kid - to get a license to build.
the castle we assembled didn't pass the test.
so much for fairy tales - hello reality check.

we rolled the dice but our thimble went 
straight to jail and our mouse ended up trapped.
can you hear that buzzing the operation failed. where 
are you going? your tricycle is still in the shop and I might 
as well tell you..............I have no eights................."go fish!"

we fell through 
the bunny hole 
where i - jack fell ddddownnn
nnnnnnn and broke my crown 
and you - jill came tumbling 
aaaaaaaaaaafterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr


EIGHT


it is a choreographed ballet our love
stands strong
legs at the base digging deep
build roots
delicate hands branched out
reach high
long slim fingers define twigs
draw space
the body of our trunk thick
sweet filled
music fills our human needs
one sound
wind pixies dance meticulously 
the air 
sunlight leaks effectively through
dark spots
lifts carries holds and shapes
our smiles
it is a choreographed ballet our love
in sync
our bodies their senses once immersed in I 
now us 


ONE


I know the last thing I want to feel as I leave this world, it is your lips on 
mine. When I take my last breath I want to feel yours with its loving touch.


NINE

Always,
no matter the roar or intensity of the storm
how severe the attack even out of the norm
Always,
i offer my hand with sincerity
aim to deal with it peacefully.
Always!


SIX


then suddenly it hits
like a swarm of locus.
a deep dark manifestation that greases my mind
my very existence in its unforgiving sense of doom.

every bone stiffens,
when I move, a sound
of dead dried out forest twigs
breaking against the boots of hikers
echoes in the confined space of my skull.

i reach for a pill
slowly it dissolves
under my tongue
i wait 
and 
i wait 
and 
i wait
...

my body is soaked in a sweat with its own cold and hot tap.
i assume the position, lying on an unstable floor. the creature 
depression is now in full control of my faculties. this too i will survive
...that is what i do...what i do...this is what i do.......somehow i survive.


FOUR


there is a deafening hush...
silently raging through the core 
of my existence...still...I am humbled 
by the light and the love I have witnessed 
in my brief appearance...........here on Earth

there is a river...that walks at my side...
walks with me........at the same stride...




April 14 2015
Armand

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The Age Of Summer Love



Our summer love began in Gemini 
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.

Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious gems of bijou light,
before they’d lose their lustre to sunrise
you’d shower me with diamonds of the night.

Impassioned kisses filled my sails with love,
a rhumba full of rapture neath the stars
with rhythmic teasing, undulations of
unbridled flame of Venus and my Mars.

The time of Libra brings a cool to days ~
still, autumn love sets aging leaves ablaze.



Susan Ashley 
May 15, 2018

______________________________


~ First Place ~
Contest: Summer Love Sonnet (English) Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton



*(Black)Queen of Night Tulip: a velvety deep maroon-black tulip*

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Our Bliss At Its Purest We Loved Each Others Naked Sight

Our Bliss At It's Purest We Loved Each Others Naked Sight


When our love, its hottest and satisfying nights first begun
we each tried to give our all and not ever be outdone.
In that effort, soft showers of love-hearts began to pour
birthing swelling streams leading straight to paradise shores.
Within its spacious gardens, we walked in bliss, hand in hand
With our spirits singing, praise be this sweet rewarded land.

With eager hearts seeking, we sailed across heavenly blue seas
Tender love words speaking, we each wrote forever love pleas.

For precious are those diamond memories, deep their treasures
Never could such be destroyed, not those screaming pleasures!
Passion at its zenith, our burning desires at their greatest height
our bliss at its purest, we loved each other's naked sight.
O' the softness of your loving-heart and welcoming thighs
we felt heaven thanking it gifts, with both our contented sighs.

Those days are eternally burned, into this grateful soul
if time could us return, on that list we would both enroll.

Those  fledgling nights created so much more than simple heat
gave such passion never to be outshone, joined as 
one made complete
Caresses, of those soft showers remade this
broken woman into more
Bathed in your paradise, unfettered I can soar 
Joined as one, under the gentle gaze of the burning stars upon us
Lost in blissful moments 
all around us recedes to what once was
 
The beauty within our hearts had a rhythm wanted by all
With the strength of our bonds we answered loves call
 
Rich in memories, such wealth is written in soul 
and in mind
no other in any lifetime 
could compare to you I find
The heaven's can't contain the love that we two share
at the highest height of our passion none can compare  
Intense heat from our bodies is what gave those stars their light
Our bliss at its purest, we loved each others naked sight
 
My soul too will be eternally grateful for you my greatest love
as the stars and galaxies all rejoice over the love we share from above

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A Lesson In Love

"How to tame the madness"

As I sit here, with intense dirty desire,
Tonight I think of you (the moon and stars)
To you, I send a redolent saimiri kiss 
Read and breathe between fine lewd lines
Perfumed by the colors of the Enticing Equinox
Sensually, I create sweet serendipity

Inviting playful lips
Erotic wind and wild wanderlust
Streams like a river through time
I propose a good potion of wet lube
Take me to the furtive imagination of your soul
Embrace the tan and texture tonight
Touch the summer ripples riding high
Promiscuous and delicate, I advocate lust 
A quilt meant for deep and trenchant love
I shut my eyes to feel an Orphic flora floor
Stimulating a hot, sultry siren kettle 
On this night the tingle of passion penetrates
A hypnotic talisman that lets me, please
Inviting ----------- You

~*~

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Kiss the Rain

I'm leaving now, but here is a reminder
'Twill bring to you the days we walked through rain
So when you wish to feel my hand in yours
Or stroke your dripping hair-- Then kiss the rain

Though leaving now, I wish I could be with you
So when you feel o'erwhelmed with grief or pain
And long for my caress upon your face,
The rain will touch instead-- So kiss the rain

Whenever you have tho'ts of this sad parting
And salty tears your lovely cheeks do stain
To feel the tears for you I'll surely have
Do this, and I will too-- Go kiss the rain

Whenever you are longing for my presence
And times that we went strolling down the lane
I'll whisper soft endearments on the breeze
So heed the sighing wind-- And kiss the rain

If ever you should pine to hear me speaking
The thunder might burst forth with glorious main*
While drops that fall are sure to be my tears,
To feel them wet your skin-- Just kiss the rain



* Power or Force

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A Spark In Flight

My love, the world is ours,
its reflective sapphire oceans,
its turquoise pine tree forests,
its topaz colored days,
its moonstone lit evenings.
My love, I'm certain it's us.

The amethyst citrine painted sunset 
called our names right from its onset.

You are my never ending wide open sky
with a red orange coral moon up high.

So radiant is your glow, a sparkle in flight
how you shine - a spectrum of colors like light 
through a crystal clear white garnet.
Your hair like flowing strands of  pearls, crests
lightly to sit brightly on your opal shaded breasts
with their dark red inviting rubies set.

Your emerald green stare gentle with its powers
like diamond brilliant rays during sun showers.

Your divine allure
so true and pure
oft blinds me
and when I see
I see only you
like the jade dew
covers the morning lawn
on a sardonyx dawn.

You are the gem drives my joyous life,
the precious stone keeps my dreams alive.

You are indeed a jewel rare,
"who" I ask "could compare?"


11~15~2014
Maurice Yvonne 
Sponsor: Carol Eastman 
Contest Name: Your Favorite Poem Contest

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I Share My Soul

A pair of morning doves preen and prim
snuggled close on their favorite limb.
And cooing low wake a sleeping sun
giving praise for a new day begun.

A slip of a ghostly moon rides low
wearing its light like a pale halo.
And Sol ascends master of the day
hailing dawn with His brilliant display.

Vapors shed crystal tears on the grass
depositing dewdrops clear as glass.
And blooming flowers imbue the air
with a sweet fragrance beyond compare. 

Tall lanky palms of feathery leaf
are clad in a green southern motif.
And skittish crabs play tag with the waves
darting in and out of flooded caves. 

Sipping wine while enjoying the show
we greet the day with a happy glow.
And as romance and nature combine
I share my soul, with my Valentine.

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ROSES ARE RED - COLLABORATION WITH RALPH SERGI

ROSES ARE RED

The flower’s crimson cerise hue
creates the petal’s grand debut
of love and memories to recall
my florid sanguine gift of all

VIOLETS ARE BLUE

Azalea breath with foxglove tones
embellish with an azure clone
herbaceous with a petal white
where insects set and birds alight

SUGAR IS SWEET

Bright butterflies on zephyr breeze
sip nectar from Sakura trees
I watch them dance from break of dawn
on flowers where their wings adorn

AND SO ARE YOU

You sent me a bouquet of love
drifting down from heaven above
Candy kisses sweet as fructose
on bended knee you now propose

06-22-17
Collaboration Jan Allison and Ralph Sergi

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Midnight Romance

Midnight Romance

Dusk falls quickly on cerulean skies
Day morphs from ash of roses to sable
Our love's vision flashes before my eyes
Midnight romance, like an ancient fable

Charcoal sketches meander in my mind
While jasmine-absinthe incense is burning
it's smoke, evokes passions clearly defined
porcelain skin blushes with love's yearning

Obsidian-ebony eyes that gleam
pleading to quench needy soulful desire
beckoning me to unite in the dream
willingly, I rush to put out the fire

My mind's eye sees quivering crimson lips
As love drips from ivory fingertips




October 18,2017

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His Star-Dusted Desire



He wonders

at the aphrodisiac of her jasmine air
stirring the breeze of his being
heady in the breathy mood of her moon garden
amidst stargazer’s pink whispers

and he wishes

that his jonquil heart
be quenched by her sweet drink 

to sip sun-ripened nectar from the calla of her wild plum dreams



Susan Ashley
July 4, 2018

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* the Jonquil flower represents desire, especially, the reciprocation of one's feelings of desire and love back in return*

*the Calla Lily represents magnificent feminine beauty and delicacy*

*the Wild Plum represents feminine youthfulness. Also, it represents sweet anticipation of the promise of romance he has waited for*


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~ Ninth Place ~
Contest: Premiere No. 160
Sponsor: Brian Strand

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A Pure Kind Of Love A Collaboration With John Flemming

These fair limbs that hold him in sweet embrace
Against the soft, heaving bosom of her breast;
The unblemished cheek pressed to his face,
Her hands hold the hand that lovingly caressed.

Clasping him safe, no more battles to fight,
Falling deeper she slowly comes to grips
With the simple fact this feels so right;
Nuzzling closer: hot passions on her wet lips.

A fashioning of perfect curvature...
Doubt even stars burn with this equal fire?
His lips take hers; and it occurs to her
They share what few do - a true love's desire!

Their pure union much more than just mere lust:-
True love endures when dust returns to dust.

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The Silence Of My Lust


 There was sweat on my brow, 
beads of them as I approached her. 

I was a young man, still green. 

She was a mature woman 
like the long blades grow free 
in the lush of nature. 

My hand in hers 
she took me 
into her warmth.

Nervous, shy 
you could hear 
grass grow 

in the quiet 
of my fear 

in the silence 
of my lust. 

I knew nothing.

As we rolled in the dew of sex 
as I fumbled and groped, 
I 
in some instinctive wisdom 
entrusted myself fully to her. 

She set our bodies in a fluid motion
my virginity now neatly cut. 

We spent days 
as I explored
the fresh sweet air 
of 'us'.

It was then I became a man.

Learned
how you hold a flower
how you manicure the stem 
how you water the soil 
how you delicately hold the petals. 

It was then I became a gardener. 

A gardener
worthy 
to tend a garden 
so vital. 

It was then I learned how to love a woman.


30~12~2014
Armand

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Beneath October's Sky

red flames of desire
as I hold my lover close. . . 
the sky has caught fire

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The Color Of Our Blood

oh how i love the color red
red is love and love is red.

i painted a moment
used a palate with every shade of red, 

only red.

that is the color of our love,

of pain
of lips
of blood
of skin

all and more is our love.

used a  palate of reds
painted a moment
painted you,

and with depth of color
i captured you.

perfectly!

i never spilled a drop,

my brushes,
my knives,
my hands,
my eyes,

they all served me well.

moments are not easy to create.

how precious they are,

difficult to inhale fully
but even strained 
i would always take you
all in.

the fullness of you
all in.

i would never spill a drop.

me?
i'm all in.

my creation takes form
stands and walks,
i follow,
paint,
not a drop 
do i spill.

when you offer gifts
they need to be special
they need to be - well thought out.

oh! how well thought out you are.
oh! what moments we have shared.

life,
so kind to us,
the time we've spent.

if a philosophy teacher,
if one asked me,
"what's it all about"
i would say
"you"
i would ace that test.

nothing exists in its full majestic glory
until i experience it with you.

i would lift the sun every morn
draw it down every eve
illuminate the sky fantastic.

every morn.

every eve.

a lover's night
under the moon,
part the clouds
if like curtains
they blocked our view,
if like a wall
they blocked our light.

now,
my moment painted
i observe.
my hand nowhere to be seen
it was you guided this piece.

you and me my love
surrounded in red 
against a red background 
and not a detail unclear.

our hands holding.
our lips touching.

you are my breath
the beat of my heart
neatly painted in red,

perfect!

it is us,

our love is red
every shade
and every tone
is we.

05~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne

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SHE - Epitome of Erotic Love

An Ode to Femininity and Romance -

The background music of this delicate poetic arrangement is intended to be played softly as you sit back and reminisce on romantic memories while creating new ones - Perhaps with a glass of red wine and - Oh! Don’t forget the chocolates.   

The cadence of her heart keeps rhythm to the music
She sits alluring in the soft candle light
Her senses so heightened but she ponders escape
As butterflies flutter her stomach tonight

SHE’s the mirror of all dreams

Invisible strobes pulse as his aura manifests
Eyes meet - energy spikes across in a mist
Static shock she recoils as his hand touches hers 
At first she draws back but she cannot resist

SHE’s the sculpture of natural perfection

Warm embraces and moist tender kisses
Twin peaks straining to break free from restraint
Like coronas on planets - her circles a flare
A consuming wild passion that cannot be tamed

SHE’s the taste of pleasure and its themes

Consensual yearning all inhibitions lost
Outer trappings asunder - bare naked as created
Petal smooth skin brushes skin - tingling sensations
Intense tension of concupiscence now elevated

SHE’s the rhythm of sensual orchestration

Like the cleft in a smooth mound
Caressed by the morning dew 
A flood of bliss and passion
Crystal clear droplets accrue

She’s the emotion of love’s fire

Feathery strokes brush a valley of desire
A precious pearl glistens in its soft silken fold
 Aching for release of an exquisite union
With the sensually smooth bud of a single stem Rose

SHE’s the personification of sensation

Passion and love ignite flames of pleasure
A tunnel of love bidding invitation
To her rhythmic breath - the beauty of her charms
Candle flames dance in perfect syncopation

SHE’s the aroma of desire

A pulsating Venus like the evening star
She arches yearning to greet the risen moon
In ardor of passion the lovers melt
Climactic ecstasy close she purrs as they swoon

SHE’s the song wafting from above

Unbridled they move in perfect synchrony
While deep from within warm spring’s release
A joyous flood of bliss and passion
To meet and to quench the explosive heat

SHE’s the reason of loving stimulation

In the gentleness of loves' creation
Naked in the innocence of a newly born
Lying languid and satiated like twin spoons nestled
 Awakes and looks at the glory of early morn

SHE’s the epitome of LOVE
The meaning of life - IS SHE 

Acknowledgement:
To RP (the Reluctant Poet), who refuses to be named and is reticent to be acknowledged as a brilliant Poet in his own right. 
This poem is dedicated to his ‘SHE’ and all the SHE’s in the world. Thank you so much RP for your contribution.
(RP is not from Poetry Soup or any other Poetry site or publication). 

Footnote: 

‘SHE’ - is an unashamed expose` on the beauty of female love and sexuality, the foremost gift of our primary instinct - the source of our existence. 

A Gift - of pleasure bestowed on humans to be enjoyed with no boundaries of age or gender.

A Gift - of joy unrestricted to only the humans whenever fancy takes, unlike all other species which is restricted to time of procreation. 

A Gift - that owing to misguided conditioning of the ‘System’ and Religious agendas, is embarrassing for women to share and only appropriate to air in a sterile or clinical manner.

The topic elicits thought and makes one wonder - Why?