Fatal love
Love is life, love creates more love and lives
Love comes from life, love exists for new life
New lives come from love. Life is life and love
Not every time. Some of the love is strange fakes
Life interest, flirtatiousness, spiritual oppression
Lust of power, arrogance, spiritual destruction
Spiritual destruction with love; my dead children
My dead children are victims of Euthanasia
My fatal love destroyed my life; unburned children
Directly created life situation by EN psychology
My fatal love is really happy - she is Euthanasia
Hmm. But I don’t give up. I don’t give up
Life always gives me new and new choices
I will find someone, who gives me lives
Lives, what are us, and our future from the past
Love, love, family, family, children, children
I am praying. God will answer - No Euthanasia.
I loved a lady in Watford, a killer soul. Euthanasia.
She killed my years, my life, my children, my desire.
Hmm, Fatal love
Hmm, fake love
Hmm, It’s deleted.
God, give me…
A new love
Health love.
Lives come
Categories:
flirtatiousness, i love you, life,
Form: Free verse
We're now into early evening knowing our knowing
As I watch her glide across the cool marble floor
Graceful steps with her summery dress flowing
It's so easy to fall in love with she whom I adore
Moments later I hear her voice from the shower
I'm being beckoned to offer my manly hands
Now witnessing such curvaceous pulling power
Steamy windows steamier, manned hands planned
On exit, robed, as we caper amidst evenings warm
Flirtatiousness abounds heightening our knowing
I reach, grasp, caught, once robed, now naked adorn
See through my eyes to what they're now seeing
In slow motion fall, cool cotton sheets in receive
Shapely curves beckon I as our eyes meet to seek
In silent approach our hungered knowings plea
Voiced torso's to meet greet seek 'n' lovingly speak
Entwined we bind our souls grasped palms clasp
Thronging rhythmic rhythms are we, Palawan reaches
In moonlight caress, we're blessed, whilst zest rests
Bedded we lie, ties, sighs, with loves peached, teaches.
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Written and concluded June 26th 2020.
Categories:
flirtatiousness, love, people, places,
Form: Rhyme