Independence panacea dashingly suggests
We purchase our palace hexagonal
Reoriented Nerida handed padlock, blessed
Fathoms red cross heiress of hospital
Imposter student enrols wild idea envisaged
Wider scope than she ever deserved
Ostentatious vistas brew broadwater blizzard
Novice nurse serves a nostrum absurd
Ultraviolet facet inferno disco jive diamond
Wears title queen of high hive divine
Fanciful feminine accepts novel assignment
Redhead remedy writes Chapter 119
Third of February
Thank you, dear old Doris
In the morning dew
redolent sounds
of summer surround me
In pendant blue
I flaunt my splendour
eagerness cresting
my desires peaking
He wonders around
charming the milieu
dressed in stripes and
an invincible air
Dashingly he comes to me
whispering sweet nothings
his music sonicates me
Enchanted I allow
his mandibles to
masticate me
I could feel his warmth
rubbing rhythmically
all along my lobes
Then
he titillates open
my softness
and sucks up the succus
as I let him
relish my goodness
we enthuse in this moment
Of pure bliss
until he
seeds me
Feeling sated
I radiate in the risen sun
And let him flutter away
to his flourishing fantasies
Dark, brooding, mysterious man
Dashingly handsome, yet quiet and still
Who knows what he's thinking
What makes him tick
The mystery of a man
My enigma
Silken hair draping over captivating eyes
Broad shoulders, strong yet inviting
The smoulder of his subtle smile
Oh how my heart skips a beat
The mystery of a man
My enigma
His sensuous voice, with a subtle rasp
Escapes through his beckoning lips
Cradled by his chiseled jaw
My breath loses its rhythm
The mystery of a man
My enigma
The smoothest touch from his masculine hands
So much emotion from the slightest caress
Intrigued by his faint, musky cologne
My senses are overwhelmed
The mystery of a man
My enigma
With once last glance, he dashes into the night
But my memory of him will live on forever
I long to see him once again
For the mystery continues on
The mystery of a man
My enigma
August 2, 2021
You being with me,
escapades wild and crazy.
Silliness and laughter
remembered after.
You, so mischievous
fun and frivolous.
Dreamed of deliciousness,
bewitching blissfulness.
You being with me,
escapades wild and crazy.
Sexy and sensual ,
spine-tingling festival.
Your dangerous grin,
angel eyes, devilish within.
Captivating, charming
dashingly disarming.
You being with me,
escapades wild and crazy.
Champagne effervescence
your soul's luminescence.
Like tapestry design
our threads intertwine.
Lively and sublime
you, my once in a lifetime.
Susan Ashley
July 23, 2017
While everything now is lighted
While everything has thrilling light effects
A long-time companion in the dark has been shortsighted
A gushing firefly light has so much to reflect
A child in this generation can only read from books
The marvel that a firefly brings
Curiosity makes them wonder, a chance to have a look
To spark in their eyes, a bare luminescence from its abdomen
Out of nowhere, a firefly came surprisingly
It fluttered and alerted a child’s excitement
It flew around emitting signals dashingly
Trying to communicate with enchantment
The child gloriously welcomed his visit
To the extent of catching and keeping him
The unexpected showing is something to rivet
To see a multitude of them is now a child’s wildest whim
In a few minutes, both have a wonderful time
The firefly looked like a fairy in the night
The spark that glimmers like a tiny lamp is sublime
The child named him Jack, as the evening’s first light
17 December 2013
Fondled by the temptation of an autumn sunset
Erect stands a woman in the cradle of such potent winds
Quite dashingly contributing colour to the scene
Her silky, black dress enveloping her ever so tightly
Composing the shape of an inviting taboo
Whilst refraining all comely sounds of vernacular
How her lips whisper things of which previously I knew not
Sign o’ the times
Awesome picturesque from a distance
Up and down colors so brightly seen in a glance
Thanks God for these breathtaking gifts
Underneath the piles of colorful trees
Majestically lies a carpet-like looks so lovely
Nothing compares the feelings I have in me
Dashingly walk in a beautiful day today
Always grateful for this autumn beauty
You and me will surely be happy
SEPTEMBER 16, 2012
There was a dashingly hansom young Toreador
Who slept on the floor of a corridor
But things they got worst
When he met this cute nurse
Now he sleeps in her medical storage draw.
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