Best Wantingly Poems

This gypsy soul is on the road
It leaves castles far behind
It abandons ghostly mist
which sabotages the caravan of life
It passes along the mountainside
 by golden hay fields where daises bloom
by stream  of waters which sweeps 
a withered rose
towards the decayed lumber flume
This gypsy soul...

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 This gypsy soul is on the road

It leaves castles far behind

It abandons ghostly mist

which sabotages the caravan of life

It passes along the mountainside

by golden hay fields where daises bloom

By streams  of waters   which  sweeps  a withered rose

towards the decayed...

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These words of love I give to you, my dear
to have comfort in the stillness of time
and meld two souls to keep love's wishes near
when the length of the years and age will climb
I will be your knight and loving sentry
to chase away the darkness...

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Smiling, as our glances would glimpse, knowing, as our souls would meet

Upon this plane of sphere, where time, it did not ever exist

These curtains, no longer drawn, exposing thresholds

That we both had crossed, wishful, and wantingly 

Into my arms, she then now waltzed, within her...

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Do you really think, that I am going to trade my eternal soul,
for your bowl of germ infested puke? Think again!
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O' sullen sullies of darkness....

How you often paint yourself so very innocent and pretty

While you drool at the corners of the edges of jagged

Within...

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A moment so precious as they stand and await
Bands that will unite them from their very first date

Coupled to union amidst family and friends
Detours and paths life to their adjoined intend

Everlasting their love as they commit to their vows
For soon two become one as they...

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This gypsy soul is on the road
It leaves castles far behind
It abandons ghostly mist
which sabotages the caravan of life.
It passes along the mountainside
by golden hay fields where daises bloom
By streams of waters which sweep
all withered leaves towards
 the decayed lumber flume.
This gypsy soul is...

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Oh, to have the hugs and closeness of a companion,
To hear laughter of happiness,
To see youthful smiles on tender lips,
To scent a fragrance worn,
To feel the warmth of entwined fingers holding hands,
Walking hand in hand in sunshine, rain showers,
In enjoyment, wanting to be together,
To be...

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....Saying one thing that I do is this, I never look back, rather

Keeping my eyes upon the prize in the high calling of God, I reach ahead ~

As I also do, although, never are these shadows of my once upon a times

Saturated within sinfuls life,...

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I saw you standing in the moonlight...
your eyes filled with hunger,
your touch - soft and tender,
your mind racing with thought.
A life of passion released
from its hidden depths,
released from its reserved shell.
Our bodies become interwoven 
in a symphony of want,
a symphony of need...
the symphony of desire.
Your...

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The mind's eye plays tricks on desire.
There, I feel your body pressed
		hard against mine,
Each breath in unison is something divine.
The thick-hot passion of our
		two forms entwined
Drips from our naked mass.
There your lips secrete
		such sweet sugar.
A leg wraps wantingly
		around my torso
As my finger tips dig passionate
Into...

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Lying atop her stomach bare and she gazed, wantingly upon
Love's beautiful ladies; playful, November's Penthouse pages
Her scent enchanting their senses; in pleasures they stared...
Slowly caressing herself; her breast her thighs; of ivory white....

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The dream-
The one-
You would never-
Wantingly leave-
All you can do-
Is hope-
Closing your eyes-
And it find again. 

M. Lyn Church 
June 18, 2013...

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You've meant so deeply much; within my desire
If I could present a world or build an empire
It would be so easy to secretly conspire
In a way that you would not find hard to admire
Happiness for me; sought just nurturing your purist fire
You see my genuine...

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