A candlelit restaurant, where dine the elite
Securing a reservation, a near-impossible feat
My dream date and I, dressed to the nines
The views majestic, overlooking the Rhine
The décor exquisite, in the finest of taste
The service superb, orders prepared post-haste
But the cuisine so awful, my date gave me a glance
Darling, I confessed ~ I ordered the ambience
velvet draperies
gold victorian brocade
showroom opulence
touches of crystal
gorgeous furnishings
an antique mirror
linen tablecloths
succulent meat fragrances
exquisite dining
The man in the elevator
was "caught on the bed"
in the city's busy shopping center
He loved trying sexy women's lingerie
The door opened automatically
... an awkward silence
A revealing moment
- it wasn't a fitting room
Inspired by our music. Don't allow anyone to change your exquisite melody.
Your exquisite melody
By Michelle Morris
15/10/2025
Deep within your Soul
Is the memory of your music
Your exquisite melody
That vibrates in your DNA
It holds your unique frequency
How Heaven knows where you are
All that blessed Starlight and Stardust
The memories of joyful Stars
Don't let anyone try to change it
Don't get caught up in the World
Focus on your own essence
You have a right to be heard
Be your own best cheerleader
Love yourself and know your worth
For you are loved by the Universe
God and His Angels watched your birth
You are known by the Celestial Ones
You are special and have a Purpose
No one could ever be you
So don't try to be anyone else
Become your best in every way
Let your Light shine brightly come what may
Keep playing your own exquisite melody
Let your music win the day
© Michelle Morris, 2025
Whispers of an enchanted deer wafted through the oaks and the lilies
The exquisite forest came alive with new fantastical creatures
Roses are always doubters, so they disagreed with their thorns
But most of the flowers were open to the rumor, eager to see the deer
A gentle breeze preceded the deer into the thicket of florals
The deer was lovely, with scrolls, and beautiful nearly pastel colors
I love her, the daisies said/
A testament to the truth; daisies love everything.
The deer looked around approvingly, she enjoyed new places.
This forest was exquisitely beautiful; she could be happy here.
A brown stag with fourteen points looked her over pronouncing her queen.
She shyly told him she expected to earn her place like the other creatures.
The weeds were thrilled; a deer with integrity; this was a welcome relief.
voluptuous Virginia
what a quintessential Rubenesque figure
no one has the right to look this gorgeous
in jaunty hat and bridal gown, you, dear, are exquisite
Within a garden bower we spent hours,
enjoying conversation and then a slow dance.
A prelude that we knew would lead to romance.
There's a craving, a yearning in our eyes,
as if we're hypnotized by our amorous flirtation.
Our glances are sparked by smouldering embers,
remembrances of desired remnants of passion...
Flames of a fire that will burn until it's sated.
"You are the most exquisite rose among others,"
His words laid claim to my wanton heart
as he softly whispered them into my ear.
There's a harvest of love we've yet to reap,
ignited tonight in this garden of love.
Deep and lonely have been our nights,
blighted from a season of cold and empty arms.
Together again, this time we'll not let go.
The longing is now fulfilled with belonging.
Cleverness in chaos.
Twisted mischief threads
beneath razor intellect.
Urban antiquity,
out of place,
sherry to eyelash to eye.
Her cigarettes go better
with beer wisdom and
starry sky humidity.
Grand Dame, ferocious girl.
Lead me up a garden path that
stings until 5am on barren streets.
Vampiric. Languid.
There is no elegant sufficiency,
no want contained.
Faded lilies.
Threadbare wisdom swings
to giggling gallows below, aloft.
One more drink?
Reckless friend, take my hand
and drag me sweetly away.
Exquisite Toronto water reflections
Lake’s hair is in pretty natural stagnant ringlets
An owl takes a perch in the design I see
her lovely paths lead somewhere
oak trees are readily reflected in her depths
has this waterway devoured people?
she has mesmerized many, of course,
and now I am one of her worshippers
It was a gray day a few minutes ago
Now it is much more pink and exciting
Zen loving chimes,
Our exquisite times,
Spring chickens reborn,
"Still awake?" We yawn.
Basically harmless, you see,
Dreams are fantasy.
You my undying lover
Are a marvel to behold
No life without you
Our story is untold
Long ago and faraway
Lonely souls met
For hunger and pleasure
The stage was set
Reclusive cabin on
A mountain top
Silk linens dark curtains
Sex that didn’t stop
Skinny dipping
In the pond
Such pleasure
All night long
To breathe of you
Again my soul
Would fill my need
Entwined as a whole
Curtains did not
Open for days
what was exquisite
would be a profound visit
which I may have missed it
Written: October 30, 2023,
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When the sunlight rays dawning to decay
Within the scenic shade of the tall trees,
Foster felicity flows forth and fray,
Dappling the vista with a subtle breeze
Casting twirling shades in the woodland floor.
Vintage music stirs up forlorn desire,
A ceaseless mixture of light and leaves tore
Pith pearl persuasive pontoon painted pyre
Consume the elixir of leaves and beams
Light and bush rattles pulchrify the earth
Soak in the luscious komorebi gleams,
Ineffable grace, a trice of high worth
Light and leaves exudate a calm aura
Time seems to pose in gossamer flora...
1st place contest winner
The gates open as a large crowd starts rushing in
A day of pomp and pageantry is about to begin
It is the first Saturday in May at Churchill Downs home of the Kentucky Derby
Top 3-year-olds from around the world circle the track in a frenzied hurry
The jockeys with their colorful outfits mount their horses
In just a few moments they will chart their course
The crowd is a sea of black and white colors with ladies wearing exquisite hats
Mint Juleps flow freely amongst the crowd as the patrons raise their glasses
A tribute to horses and jockeys 160 thousands people join in to sing My Old Kentucky Home
In a few minutes, the race will be run and the winner will be known
The horses are released from the starting gate the wait is over the race has begun
In the end, the horse I bet on comes out on top making the race that much more fun
The sound of your voice
Is like a symphony by Beethoven
A beautiful melody by Schubert
A piano concerto by Mozart
I am totally enthralled by your presence
No longer can I resist your beauty
I must have you, embrace you
Feel your warmth
I am totally enamoured by you
Entranced by your seductive eyes
Your luscious red lips
Your flaxen hair
My heart beats loudly in my chest
At the mere sight of you
I must have you
My arms ache to hold you
My fingers long to explore your body
To know a passion so extreme
A tenderness I've yet to experience
To gaze upon your angelic face
How else to explain this feeling
This desire, this utter craving
To hold you, to enter your private world
Till that ultimate moment of bliss
That moment when emotions explode
And we become one
The outside world no longer exists
In that exquisite moment
There is only you and I among the stars
We are one!
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