Her chocolate: exquisite olfactory;
She is my flavor, imbibed;
A gorgeous woman, exactly;
Pretty much described –
Impressed upon those desert dunes
that stretch back o'er the years,
my lonely prints hear fading tunes
as sand seals wind-swept fears.
A fervid gust comes whisking past,
disrupting settled pains.
Warmth enwraps my heart at last,
emitting torrid rains.
No fair mirage could conjure this
I taste from deepest springs.
No cactus thorn could pierce this bliss
that hearts at risk can bring.
This arid wasteland starts to thrive
as streams of ardor flow.
No dreams of grace must I contrive
for blooms of love now grow.
A splendor-realm from 'twining roots
has breadth beyond this land
where passion's sky-borne geyser shoots
erupt from burning sand.
A beautiful oasis shines
where barren ground once laid.
A set of footprints now defines
the melody that’s played.
JULY SEARING SWELTERING
Heated hot placement boils torrid;
Desert a blazed atomic fire;
Summer hot breath balmy pungent;
Searing aromatic spiced boils;
~
Summery canicular toasty;
Seething is fervent fiery;
Heated hot placement boils torrid;
Summer hot breath balmy pungent;
~
In this muggy sizzling fervid
Scalding warm glowing July day
7/30/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
A gem more precious than gold
A supreme treasure in this world
Its brilliance is hard to see
No one, not even you or me.
It’s in my soul’s fathomless deep
In profound reflections creep
I feel its ardor love in silent hymn
I hear its voice as I speak to Him.
A calming balm that heals, peels
Its passionate scent pacifies, reels
A fervid rubdown alleviating my stress
Drifting to constraints’ looseness.
Oh, spiritual gem residing inside
You give me strength, you’re my guide
Your light shines zealously forever
An indivisible link to my Heavenly Father.
Under the seamless sky of crystalline cosmic sheen
resplendent rays of the mesmeric moon embrace you.
On the sequined waves of the stardust surge I float,
see the luster of your heart in the patina of your eyes.
My dormant desires are enticed to feel enamored
your shimmering radiance in the moonshine, I adore.
Your ballerina eyes dance to the music of longing, I listen,
the cadence fusing with the melody of my resonant heart.
The florid finery of iris flashes in your sapphire eyes,
glitters with the grandeur of fervent pearls of dainty dew.
Rhapsody ripples in the emerald meadow of my mind,
I hear entranced the concerto of your yearning heart.
In vivacious vale of my mind contoured by your charisma,
I carve an ardent conduit of rapt craving to reach you.
The fervid clouds of my pristine passion melts in a torrent,
make my love for you a cascading stream, I swim.
Flowing with the current of your captivating allure,
my enthralled emotion sails in the bracing bay of bliss,
where your love designs the lilting lattice of stars in my sky,
the shine of its enchanting tinsels I preserve in my heart.
Intriguing thought begins to waltz,
With baby steps, timid and coy,
Twirling into a master ploy -
It hesitates and then it halts…
The thought is tamed, the game is on,
Fervid, wild word search is in play;
The frantic quill redrafts all day,
The mind’s in frenzy, dusk to dawn.
Masterpoem is to be born!
Or is it vehemently verbose?
One despised doubt… it hither goes -
Into the waste bin, gravely torn!
Genious has his highs and lows -
The price of greatness, I suppose!
Fervid thoughts fill my heart as I sleep.
It overflows with emotions tonight
for a secret love I've kept fathoms deep,
avowed only in the Sonnets I write.
In poetry we share the flames of desire
and his arms tremble with the need of me.
Passion kindled 'til there's a blazing fire.
My whispers are sighs in an urgent plea.
I've pages of rhymes about love's yearning,
and dancing with him 'neath a pale gold moon.
I imagine his touch leaves me burning
to free my love from its confined cocoon.
Take wing, my heart and fly without delay
The secret long kept; I must now convey.
Is he really political.? I mean he runs no party of that ilk.'
Yet I see 'the descriptive given' woven in like silk.)
Is he being held as a terrorist.? Or charged? He pleads
Guilty of journalisam.? Yet has he been pushed into that
Yard.? Guilty he is saying ' yet should that be the case.?
Or is he just tumbling in a fervid word mill-race.? Is any
Body thinking.? Or is it sheer brute force.? How can reason
Be introduced? Measured analysis, rebuttal and thereto
Unto fair discourse.'
.
her visage though
it’s countenance
cauzed mine
Fervid
Think
Want
(((lock)))
Standing here
In silence I
Fervid wait God.
July whispers secrets through the scorching air,
A furnace of days, relentless in its glare.
The sun, a tyrant, rules the endless skies,
As weary souls beneath it yearn for cloudy ties.
Cicadas scream in harmony, a symphony of heat,
While shadows hide and wither on every vacant street.
The pavement blisters, burns beneath each step,
In July's relentless hold, no comfort can we get.
The days stretch long, unyielding in their might,
As sleepless nights blend softly with the light.
Fireworks burst in colors, a fleeting joy so bright,
Yet, in July's embrace, they fade into the night.
Sweat beads down like tears from faces tired and worn,
In July’s fervid grip, the spirit feels forlorn.
Yet somewhere in the blaze, a whispered hope remains,
For autumn's gentle touch to ease July’s fiery pains.
So, let July's harsh reign soon come to its end,
And with the fall, may coolness once again descend.
For in the heart of summer, longing hearts do cry,
For the gentle breath of autumn to lull July goodbye.
Grimoire enchantress beguiles vetala invictus, slicka min kisse, hehe just kidding, just a u’i lata spreading sugar, a sweet gift. A snarl like smile crosses my countenance as I manifest into a deity of quintessential grandiloquence on this edifice, casting thy maestra symphony to be or not to be liminal esoteric Mnemosyne velleity, but in fact a vatic edict on tantalizing your most intimate sultry.
Necromantic kissy kissy muah, to the necrobiotic, rictus lambent lament, melodious songbird choir of sempiternal complexity to make sanguinary fervid incipient lachrymose flooding the streets. Cross this lycanthropic malediction for I ventriolic assanina husks empyrean arcana dismal fates under thy hex with the depths psychopomp Yggdrasil.
Careful where you tread mortal, goddess of the nigh is here, witchess gazes through the fenestral, nocturne saucers glimmer as the siren lures you with serenades and her visage, just an itty bitty bite is how it starts, catch a sweet tooth and it will splay you apart. Velvets bear jagged fangs emptying your chest cavity of your heart, delicate if it’s eaten before it stops.
Human insistancy fuelled by myriad inconsistancys
Unreason of ages' result much hate and destruction
Through innumerable fervid and insane stages.'
This pomegranate heart
dreams to travel upon
a periwinkle path which
leads to the province,
where her royal majestic
persona resembles
papillon emperors,
floating under
mauveine skies,
adored by radiant rays from
the plummeting plum sun.
Serene clouds drift under
her lepidolite lilac gaze,
holding morning glory
amethyst raindrops,
ready to soothe her
fervid velvet petals.
A plethora of heather shelters
a rare rose dressed in violet,
flourishing under an
enigmatic Jacaranda tree,
surrounded by lush lilies,
infatuating irises alongside
opulent orchids,
blossoms infused with the
allure of musky ambience.
Tranquil twilight paints the
horizons in lavender hues,
stars appear like raisins
under magenta moonlight.
Her desires flow like rivers
of sangria and Syrah waterfalls,
bursting vibrantly through
mulberry mountains over
blueberry hills.
I have no desire
to reside in a place where
burgundy is too red
and indigo is too blue -
only in her unique aura
of heavenly purple shades.
With sleek quartz body he reclines on the dune,
rolls on dancing with the rhyme of ripples strewn
listens to the arid music of the harsh desert wind,
face gleaming, doesn’t mind the grueling grind.
He lies still on mirage in the shadow of solitude,
his heart of cool crystal feels the heat intrude,
sees the scarlet sun scorch the desolate desert,
waits for the waltz of cool night breeze to start.
He feels the forceful fury as the sandstorm blows,
to the fervid fold of the opalescent oasis he goes,
where he sinks as serenity soaks his heart’s core,
the rage of the desert sun can’t sear him anymore.
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