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She’d kissed a lot of boys, and some kissed great,
but few of those guys understood romance.
She thought she knew what kissing style was best,
but she had not yet met the boy from France!
Into her life one day he sauntered in.
His smile was soft, his eyes as dark as coal.
She thrilled to feel his fingers on her skin
as with his gaze he deeply plumbed her soul.
When their lips touched, she melted into him.
It was a kiss like none she’d known before.
With happiness she filled up to the brim.
The young man was so easy to adore!
Like things most precious, that smooth, tender kiss
was part of Anna’s youth – a fleeting bliss.
Aug. 26, 2021
For the Anna And The French Kiss Poetry Contest of Mystic Rose Rose
She loved me more than I could have ever imagined,
her eyes sparkled like comets crossing the dark sky,
bringing light into my lonely and wandering soul,
she kissed me with a gentle touch, like a spring breeze,
awakening the sleeping and dreaming flowers to life,
her lips brought me the calm of a clear and warm night,
like a balm healing the wounds of past and lost time.
We shared a connection woven from the threads of truth,
like a magic carpet carrying us above the ordinary world,
every moment with her was a pearl shining in the ocean of time,
a precious gem hidden in the depths of my heart,
in her arms I found peace, a feeling of belonging,
like a weary traveler who finds his way back home,
a place where my soul found its peace and destiny,
like a river flowing into the infinite sea of pure love.
I made a mistake, and now only silence echoes in my heart,
like a prolonged echo lost in the vast desert of longing,
she loved me completely, like a sun that rises unceasingly,
in the sky of a dream refusing to fade into the fog of oblivion,
her memory will always burn like an eternal flame,
in the sacred temple of my heart, protecting my wounded soul,
a song of love that will endure forever,
like the gentle murmur of a river flowing through time without stopping.
Cat-suited and cute
Baring flesh to her navel
Her bronzed body
In wanting able
Wrists manacled
As her chest pouts
The needing of join
Her heart shouts
In tethered mode
With silken scarves
To her body delight
One caresses her curves
Her chest rises
Saluting his touch
His manly hands
Now in cupped clutch
Their lips meet
Tongues entwined
Tasting licking
De-vine in dine
Catsuit peeled
Down her wanting curves
Her eyes yearning
For his manly serves
As she lies there manacled
Hungering for their zest
His adventurous kissing
Starting from her breasts
Torso traversed
As her scents allure
Following her aroma
Heavenly pure
Her thighs, she holds
His manly shape
Eventually
His shadow drapes
Two engines tuned
To race in time
Revving hearts
In loving rhyme
Manacles opened
To feel her caress
Absorbing each other
Inner flowing finesse
Our sighs in rhythm
Kissing unites
Dove and her Highlander
Cat-suited delight
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Their intimacy is gloved,
moments dovetail
in a tea-room.
I color-in implied gestures,
listen to the ambience
of undertones.
They enter a confessional space
lips linger over shared visions,
oracles only they can read.
Lipstick on China cups,
the twirled edge of a napkin,
the unclasped mouth of a purse;
pieces arranged on a white tablecloth
of magnetic intimations.
They are both attractive
yet in different ways,
together they impart
a comforting confidentiality;
bring to this small space
a delicate allurement.
I sense a wry tilt into humor,
a deeper conversation surfaces
as they settle the bill.
Leaving the warmth of the tea house
they kiss
but only lightly upon cheeks,
no flamboyance,
yet the inferred diffidence
is far more telling.
One of them seems to carry
the other's onus of care
sheltering her body from the cold.
I have a brief impulse to follow,
to stay awhile
in their mutual life raft.
These observations I record here,
are moments
to be contemplated only later
with closed eyes.
What sonnets drip from pens and lonely lips,
where from a heart a painful memory sighs,
and lurks within a lyric's hidden scripts
that float on melodies where silence cries.
Tempestuous, its fickle echoes swell,
much like the waves that sweep from sea to shore,
and offer only seconds 'tween to dwell
before the tides again upon me pour.
Yet life, this life, must pass without regret,
and I must not lament what might have been;
the luffing trim of sail cannot forget
that gentle winds will visit once again.
It's there on summer shores they'll come a day
- like sands await the tide...I'll wash away.
Displacement.
Slow motion memories;
A conscience pricked, in pictures; develop,
And are delivered to the senses, on
The white wings of the winter wind.
It blows lazy! And sharp; skin parts bare,
Bristle in shivers, woven close and damp.
This wind, sweeps withered leaves, drifting deep.
Collecting amongst names, stoned, and forgotten,
They lean on the edge of forever.
But! There is hidden memory,
Locked into the leafy dew rot; oaks are,
Acorning amongst frozen Angels.
Abandoned by pew-less warehouse chapels,
Bramble tied tight, marbling alone, and time-stained,
Various Devils seek to hide in, corner-less walls,
Rooks rise startled, duelling sharpened beaks;
Alone in the slanted mist, the weathercock rusts; and drips,
Each dawn, is nearly north, and south is, very - still.
Stumbling steep, the smell of slipping stones;
Sulphuring piquant; underneath, boot clad feet.
Further has become further than far away, for ghosts,
Pushing through slipping time, journeying on,
Sweet water foams white, cools lips, and falls away.
Sparkling distant in the light of blind lanterns.
The call of home rides on the darkened wings of eve-fall,
And we-fall, further into the feather filled dream pillow.
Safely parcelled in a cloak of starry skies, with heavy eyes;
The hymns of Owls lullaby limp limbs, bound for sleep.
Childhood silhouettes washed faint fly beyond hills of hours,
Swimming against the tide of youth, pyjammed in night sweat.
A Sultry Summer Night
Moments merge, desires surrender
on a sultry summer night,
kisses shared with touches tender
melting mores with pure delight.
Lips meet lips as two hearts flutter
with a wanton steamy kiss,
causing minds to moan and mutter
with a sense of utter bliss.
In the darkness bodies mingle
tween the damp and tangled sheets;
deep within they feel the tingle,
hearts are racing, rapid beats.
Time stands still with carnal splendor,
passions reach that peerless peak;
breathless beings, moments render,
reaching heights their bodies seek.
In the halo of their yearning,
moments shared in love’s delight;
afterglow with calm returning
on a sultry summer night.
June 25, 2024
Hey, come to the bay
When the night closes
Roses beside the waters
And the ocean-laughter
We will collect
And resurrect the room
For the two getting lost
Into the golden puzzle
Hey, come to the sunrays
Playing with the bun
Holding the bursting hair
Inviting for a share
Of the teacup tales
Of the awesome ale
Sails of little boats
Hey, let's ride and play
Hey
Black coats and
gagged throats
Run away
The lips of starlight
Calling to play
The fall they
show all blue and gray
Hey leave all blurbs
It's the night for raw herbs
Miles of sharp curves
Nile under stylish rain
Let's paint our pain
Again and again
The nocturnal lips to say
Hey
The face of sparkling spring shines
on the convivial tapestry,
spread on the luminous landscape
of the vibrant vivacity of the face,
engraved with the dreaming blue lagoon of eyes
and the lotus petals of luscious lips,
portrayed in the pulsating photograph
of the charming countenance,
desgning the narcissist features of innate pride.
The ordained kaleidoscopic turn
of the timeless wheel of transformation
vacillated the vista of life’s lattice embedded
in the mindscape, mimicking chameleon skin colors
of the ash wasteland or the emerald meadow.
On the journey across desolate desert dunes,
or along the glittering garden path in spring,
my mind’s shutter opened in lightning speed,
capturing the picture of beauty in collage.
The turmoil of time scraped
on the wrinkled photograph,
the spider of winter in twilight hour
weaved the web with endless senile lines.
As the hollow eyes gazed forlornly
at the weathered wasteland,
the lilac lips lost the patina
of the wilted flower’s wasted fervor.
My hedonist psyche refuses to gauge
the grievous grief of loss,
as the face morphs into metaphor for panorama,
sculptured within the snapshot
of untarnished concealed charisma.
The shards of the splintered sky
in the swirling gale of sordid sense,
roll on the dismal waves
of the curled up onyx cloud.
The remnant rays of sanguinity survive still
in the departing flashes of the sinking sun,
fabricate the latent lattice of unframed dream
within the petrified visage,
alive in the fading photograph.
[Verse 1]
We’re together, laughing
I hear your voice, not the words.
Everything about you soothes me.
I reach for your hand, you step behind,
pull me into you.
Breath on my neck,
lips find my skin,
hips press in…
Your arms like iron, so strong, so safe.
You rock me side to side
slowly.
[Pre-Chorus]
Back and forth to the distant music,
you hum in my ear.
I am weightless,
you free me of worry…
your soft laugh.
[Chorus ]
I feel your feet next to mine,
we move in time
swaying side to side.
A slow dance, you behind me.
Don’t you ever let go…
Don’t you ever let go…
You bring me peace,
awaken desire.
Don’t you ever let go.
[Verse 2]
Dancing in the dark,
no start and no end.
The warmth of your arms,
the touch of your breath.
Gentle sway,
music far away.
I am swept in the moment,
the day disappears.
[Bridge]
Then it strikes me
you are gone.
I am dreaming.
Loss again, emotions reeling.
You soothe me back to sleep,
say it’s okay…
you’ll always be here,
in some assured way.
[Outro]
And as time moves on,
I know this is our song.
I see you in my sleeping,
feel your embrace.
I hear your voice,
I know your touch.
These nights will stay with me
forever ours, dreaming…
forever ours, dreaming.