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The sun slides down the crimson sky.
I watch the shadows on her face.
The sea is calm, the seagulls cry.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
My hand is resting on her thigh
Below the silk and braided lace.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
I watch the shadows on her face.
The evening star comes out to see
My love who tempts with warm caress.
The moon is chiding, "Let them be".
The evening star comes out to see
The hands that bind eternity;
They stray beneath my flowing dress.
The evening star comes out to see
My love who tempts with warm caress.
There is no rush, the night is long.
We know that time is on our side.
An understanding to prolong.
There is no rush, the night is long.
Controlling feelings that are strong;
We know that they won’t be denied.
There is no rush, the night is long.
We know that time is on our side.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows
Like ocean swell, and then recedes.
His ardour for fulfilment grows.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows.
For full release my body pleads.
He sends me high; he makes me glow.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows
Like ocean swell, and then recedes.
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A co-write: Paul Callus & Eileen Manassian
@ June 2015
Have we not awaited, danced under the surface;
Awakening the sleeping spirits, and warmed the hearts of the cold?
Are we not Everlasting; were never born and can never die;
Ever circling the sacred groves, and the Land of Old?
Have we not fought battles; in Light and Dark alike,
Created Elemental creatures, others arising with own Mind?
Have we not closed our Circles, Past with Future through the Now,
Passed times anew, and places; to awaken memory of greater kind?
Have we not walked shadows; In Otherworld and Under;
In realms afar and near, and within seen forgotten faces?
Have we not, I ask,
and silently, I wonder
Are we not the masters; teaching wisdom which we hold;
Guiding the lost to their Light, the awoken to their Truth?
Are we not the whispering voices; words spoken from the Source
Weaving silently the patterns of the Stars and the Journeys of our Souls?
Are we not the flames of Old; forgotten sparks to the Ever-going
Awaiting the Rise of the Sun, and the Emerging of the World?
Are we not, I ask, in this Time of Gathering
Awake, dear Ones, in this Time of Unity
It has Begun.
You are a creature of purpose
Therefore empower yourself with what is already yours!
Passion and the power of your vision
Can be displayed in your life
All you need is that decision and
You can enhance the precision in your life.
Procrastination might be wrong
In this century now is the time to live strong
Accumulate the thoughts you have left behind
Because the theft of your potential remains in the future.
Do not let the cemetery rob you of your potential
Fulfilment of your purpose is essential to your life so
This matter of persistence is certainly not inconsequential.
Believe in the steps of time or else
The crime of procrastination will follow and
You will live a shallow life
The theft of your potential remains in the future
Therefore empower yourself with what is already yours!
It is never too late to be what you were born to be.
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
As you voiced three syllables,
sufficiently capable
to reach me seven heavens at once,
making my heartbeats to dance and prance !
Rapid pulsation rippling on crest of passion:
First verbal interaction from silent admiration.
Eternal time took pause on emerald emotion.
On that auspicious moment
my dormant desires achieved fulfilment.
I held my breath turning breathless.
With best bliss of my life I was blessed.
My ardent ardour glowed in glory and grace.
Yet sudden separation I had to face
at one corner of my path.
Meaningless life to drag on earth !
My heartbeats to run as I'm taking breath -
being always ready to welcome death.
Sun rays fills me with warmth
Reflections of the sun reflects my thoughts..
Life twisted with turns..
Curves and winding roads..
Avenues of fear..
Lost in a stream of confusion..
Reaching for the stop sign..
Dived into a dead end..
Early morning dew appears..
A soft wind blows as the leaves on the trees dance..
Reflections of the sun reflects my thoughts..
Twists and turns of life radiate a purpose..
One must begin to crawl..
Then one will walk..
Steps and passages of an unknown life..
That is created ..
Creation of life with fulfilment ..
A voyage of experience..
Allow avenues of fear to grow like a beautiful flower..
Dance with the leaves on the trees..
Along the soft wind ..
With the early morning dew..
Reached the dead end..
Only to begin again..
Growth is acquired when you reach the stop sign..
Without twists and turns of life..
Winding roads and curves..
There is no purpose..
Nightingales give to the forest
its meaning and its fulfilment
its passion and its consummation
Weaving into magnetic sound
its essence of flying pollen and playing leaves.
they flap their wings and they perch at the top of trees
and from their beaks comes out the melody
of branches brushing past each other
and squirrel climbing up a tree.
Into the heart of madness
And out with the notes of delightfulness
Into the heart of darkness
Out with the trill of love
Into the heart of oblivion
And out with the unforgettable coral mix of piano notes and dripping dew.
Does it please you to know that you will die
And all that you knew will be obliterated
Crumbled into the ground and decomposed for flowers to bloom through you?
The nightingale wings make a breeze
And in it the butterflies flutter and pollen floats from flower to flower
And sun shines
And people love
And people love.
Nightingales reach for the sky with their song
The sound rises far above summer canopies
Hoping to fly with the clouds and water the earth like rain.
It is said that nightingales do not die
And they don't
They live within the heart of the listener
Reminding him of the ground and the forest and the sky full of stars.
You will see a nightingale sing
Then fall to the ground
As if thunderstruck
And you will go to your life as if nothing had happened
And sun will rise in the morning
And rain will fall in the afternoon
But you will be addicted forever to nightingale trill.
It isn’t weak when it pleasures me
It’s more profound in informing details in leaks it only seeks sensual desire
The way it’s too tight it swipes me right off my feet just to flee off the forbidden valley
It cheers in complexion disguising in corals
Its distinctive insights foresees the flexible feeling to enter
To bind right with the lips just to taste the power of being dominated
If I would scream it would enjoy my acknowledgment
In further it would go straight up to start over again
This time my eyes would be folded in mystery
My hands would be handcuffed
The room shall be ball the most auspicious fulfilment of different desirable tools to commit submissive Act
Purified…The chosen ones only to transmit such Dominant Act
The chemistry it plays the actual passion of being submissive.
The taste of being strangled grasping for air till the feeling of dizziness contagiously takes its effect then being let go right after a full squeeze of the under area
A punishment of a spank while bend over without a cause
A trap for both of my legs just to be powerless while I’m being violated slowly
Each stroke contains a high pitch of moans
Until the water fall squirts leaving an unbearable vibration of sensation
Inspired by Marley & Me, a wonderful family movie based on a true story. Surprise yourself.
Surprise yourself
By Michelle Morris
01/01/2025
Surprise yourself
Be prepared to try something new
Nothing is impossible
Life is amazing and beautiful
You have the freedom to choose
You have a Life and a special Gift
Filled with Magic and Opportunities
You just have to embrace it
May you follow your Path
May your Destiny find you
May you be blessed with Fulfilment
May you live your Truth
Suprise yourself
Keep things interesting
The story that you're writing
Is your special thing
Let your Angels guide you
Let your Soul show you the way
Let your Divinity be known
Let your Heart know its Faith
© Michelle Morris, 2025
I RAISE THIS GLASS
To the sparkle of your skin,
To the reflections of your diamond,
To the span of your life,
To the stride of your gait,
To the depth of your bosom,
To the glow of your skin,
I raise this glass.
To the life that your kindness had healed,
To the brokenness your soul had mended,
To the stare your beauty had slayed,
To the beautiful black angel of which you're made,
To the moments of the future you've saved,
To the happy life and fulfilment you craved,
I raise this glass.
To your special day; beautiful snowy December,
As beautiful as your black,
Whether celebrated, exploited, imitated or denigrated
Always rock your invisible crown.
The best of your life starts now.
This' a sweetener to a lovely sister not a teaser
Giving you a breather & rendering my appraisal.
I raise this glass.
Cheers!
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright ©2018
Oh! flowers why are you spreading,
Fragrance and beauty without any cost ?
You are being sold in market at a cost,
Your quality and your beauty are selling.
Oh! flowers why do you spread your blooming,
Fragrance and beauty without any cost?
They give you to dears to show their host,
The guest sees your charm and feel warm greeting.
Oh! flowers why do you spread your blooming,
Fragrance and beauty without any cost?
Though your parts are noting but to earn cost,
You show love from heart, forever gleaming.
Oh! flowers why do you spread your charming,
Fragrance and beauty without any cost?
After fulfilment of ends, you are mixed in dust,
Gardner loves you and owner sells but for earning.
Oh! flowers, why do you spread your blooming,
Fragrance and beauty, without any cost?
Though sold for a price, your love is not lost,
Hearts share your grace, forever endearing.