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Now that you have found me,
the thought of your touch does things to me.
Your warm embrace… to feel you loving me--
boy, what are you doing to me?
And I hear your whisper, “Loving you…
the storm in this body is raging for you.
I’m completely crazy about you.
Girl, this boy needs only you.”
Now, I wait for the evening and the stars to appear,
for your gentle touch as you dry my tears
and soothe away all my fears,
your eyes lit with hope for future years.
The mere idea of you--the longing to have you close.
The timbre of your voice next to my ear curls my toes.
Knowing I’m the one you need and want the most…
look out, baby--now anything goes.
My dreams of you blow wild and free.
Look into my eyes and you will see
everything that you mean to me…
and how sweet life can be.
Alesia Leach © 4/2015
They met at fourteen years old, he was
shy but she loved his smile
her brother had brought him home
and he stayed for supper.
Her eyes flirted with him across the table
and he was fascinated . . .
Oh, she yearned for time alone with him
perhaps to give him a passionate kiss
and to feel that hair that fell across his eye.
He came back again and again
and not because of her brother either.
They would sit together talking
holding hands with adoration and
love blossomed . . .
Romance soon led to a true love story.
They were my grandparents . . .
No two were ever in love as much
it was heartwarming to see their devotion
and joy in each other . . .
Yes, they married young
and life was not always easy for them
but they worked hard
and had a very happy life
and their love only grew stronger
and stronger as years passed.
They shared their emotions easily.
They were like salt and pepper
like two peas in a pod
so alike and yet each had a spirit
all their own . . .
Grandpa was such a funny man
always making jokes
and Grandma, well she was so sweet
their love was packed full of love
never-ending . . .
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April 30, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/Never-ending Love
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1018-424-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Free Verse on Love
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
a female
Byron
of
love&passion
in
a woman's voice
taking refuge
in
imagination
a
poetic personna
fallen yet
feted
feated on the
lips
fragments
& sketches
a song
of a siren
devotee of hope
&beauty
improvisation
rose wreaths
&dewy
petals
enigmatic
tragic
romantic
clandestine
liasons
of a poetic
diva's doings
in racy&
obscure
hints
ambiguity
masquerades
of fantasies
neglected
long forgotten
visionary,once
now
asleep
forever
Ich have y-don al myn youth
“I have done it all my youth”
(anonymous Middle English poem)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I have done it all my youth:
Often, often, and often!
I have loved long and yearned zealously ?
And oh what grief it has brought me!
Original Middle English poem:
Ich have y-don al myn youth,
Oftë, ofte, and ofte;
Longe y-loved and yerne y-beden ?
Ful dere it is y-bought!
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On our bed she sits
Laced, bare to her skin
Pouting lips excite me
Teasing begins
Her tongue tastes the air
In a lusting roll
Through the lace I see ripe
My heart extols
Each moment she moves
I capture a pertness so firm
My eyes in delight
As my body affirms
She bows her head
Turns and looks
As soon as I view
Entranced, I'm hooked
Towards her I walk
Slow steps at a time
Nearing her beauty
Admiring sublime
I stand before she
Man that I am
To my knees I fall
As I become her lamb
Hands meet skin
Touching with kissing
Eyes momentarily meet
Knowing their wishing
The lace I gently pull
Revealing tanned soft skin
Desiring now affects me
To love her from within
Our bodies gently meet
Side by side we face and kiss
Loving moments captured
It's time to grace our bliss
Silk sheets endorse our rhythm
As we release undulating waves
In unison we share
Our sensuous inner craves
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-12.php
The meal I require tonight
Will satisfy my appetite
As she lies on the table
Oh boy am I able
To relish in her sweet delights
First her curvaceous curves
Enjoyable for any serve
Taken abreast
How my heart requests
So pert in tasteful observe
Her sweetness is sure to follow
Like a bear in honey I wallow
Then like a lion I roar
As I head back for more
Sugary just like a marshmallow
My love has a craving to share
For into my eyes she does stare
She says "Hun are you able"
It's your turn on the table
I have teeth so you better beware
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-5.php
You played hard to get, to be her lover
Hidden feelings, emotions you never show
You played the game and was a player
Your insecurities, she never got to know
Heartbroken, drown in self-pity and sorrow
Cause you said you didn’t feel anything
But you knew it wasn’t true and let her go
And so someone else gave her everything
When you left her alone and with nothing
A winner that lost his most important game
The first place to her heart, the only thing
He can’t complain cause no one is to blame
Except himself for the pain he ever caused her
The same pain he’s feeling, cause it’s game over
Stealing a kiss in front of your friends,
ignites that twinkle within your eyes.
And fueled by your sensual smile
desire assures passion never dies.
You possess exceptional beauty,
rivaling that of the rising sun.
Should clouds gather and teardrops plummet,
we snuggle close, till the storm is done.
You're my inspiration, and my muse;
the guardian angel of my heart.
You mean more to me than life itself;
and always have, from the very start.
Two souls made one: eternally joined
within the fabric of time and space.
And it feels like I'm in paradise:
each time I see your angelic face.
Press not to flaming lips your tepid kiss
Touch not this burning form with hands of ice
A lukewarm love can never bring to bliss
Nor will indifferent love for me suffice
Seek not with obligation to appease
Perfunctory in making love to me
Disdain is what I feel for “gifts” as these
Tis better far, my dear, to let me be
For if you not assess my heart aright
And think me one to faint with weak caress
You’ve not been seared by passion’s burning might
Nor tasted honeyed dreams that I undress
Hope not to bed me with halfhearted plea
With love obsessive, take a hold of me
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Though you possessed the moon and stars,
you are bound to fate and wed to chance.
Your lips deny they crave a kiss;
your feet deny they ache to dance.
Your heart imagines wild romance.
Though you cupped fire in your hands
and molded incandescent forms,
you are barren now, and—spent of flame—
the ashes that remain are borne
toward the sun upon a storm.
You, who demanded more, have less,
your heart within its cells of sighs
held fast by chains of misery,
confined till death for peddling lies—
imprisonment your sense denies.
You, who collected hearts like leaves
and pressed each once within your book,
forgot. None—winsome, bright or rare—
not one was worth a second look.
My heart, as others, you forsook.
But I, though I loved you from afar
through silent dawns, and gathered rue
from gardens where your footsteps left
cold paths among the asters, knew—
each moonless night the nettles grew
and strangled hope, where love dies too.