fondness flared in a flicker of fashion
feathered flight flirtation
and discover the darker depths
to dance in the delight of a dream
abounding aroma of the array
amazing aura in the air
in silent spirituality, serenity
slices of strangulation suspended
Written: December 11, 2022
C-lear
H-eaven
A-bove
R-eemerges
I-n
T-winkle
A-s
F-laring
L-ight
O-f
R-ays
E-mits
S-hine
Topic: Birthday of Charita Flores (January 01)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
the furious
beast sought
its luscious feast
spreading everywhere
devouring all in sight
seeking to please
its insatiable appetite
with all that was there
as the charred waste
blanketed the sky
with its smoke’s dye
and gloom’s scorching taste
meshack,
shadrack and abednego
faith is put to the test
no matter where
we would go, the furnace
would be there
denying the weary any rest
from the soaring flames of the west
oh, the fire this time
destroying yours and mine
if there be heaven on this earth
this must be her hell’s inferno’s birth:
though fueled by evil dante wind
the flames of satan will not win.
I know I have met her,
The wise one,
The one who loves me;
The one I love,
When I can dance
with no thought of who Iam,
sing without worrying about how I sound,
defecate while she watches,
fart knowing it’s alright for her
to ear the rumble and smell the content,
when I am late yet she smiles
and I am not guilty.
I can laugh at nothing at all.
Our eyes meet an I am not embarrassed.
she tells me I am beautiful.
I know it’s true.
I wriggle my waist in dance,
It turns her on.
She wants to have the whole of me
And feel the pleasure
Of me inside her,
Wriggling and pounding,
Punching and pulsating,
Heartbeats entwined,
Breathing to each other’s pulse,
Releasing in freedom
I lose control
To the ****** that is life.
Life is an ******,
Self-freeing and regenerating ,
Healing and creating.
That she knows,
and lures me
into her sensual elements,
a seduction hard to resist.
She draws me in
Her irresistible beauty,
To the point of no return,
Now I know
Without any shame,
What she has always invited me to,
That life is a shameless ******.
She looks at me with a smile,
When all is said and done,
She loves my wildness.
NsamuMoonga. 21/02/2014
lurks in dark moist caves...
nostrils just above low waves
nest of gold she craves
Comets cut bedazzling streaks in time
with crescendos and solos divine.
Each meager planet probes with a wince
praying they don't fall within the pinch.
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