Long Lovesound Poems
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the sound of the whispering winds of spring
is the same as the soft spoken words we had
funny how those once happy words, now make me sad
we used to lay in a bed like a queen and king
but, tonight I lay in bed and wonder what tomorrow will bring
the sound of a campfire where everyone forgets
is the same as the fireplace we once slept by
on frozen nights as the winter flakes would fly
when the snowy storms blocked even sunsets
but both now and then I live without any regrets
the sound of rain on the leaves of a white oak
is the same as tears hitting this farewell letter
we always know that, someday, it will get better
but for this last moment the tears slowly will soak
around this setting ink that you did provoke
Gentleman locks the door I hear
Click
The sound of it echoes in my ear
It’s time to begin, my interview…
”...come into site of me…”
A voice in the darkness calls
Silence becomes the walls and
He motions my move with a hand
Enticing sound of a leather band
”...panties on the desk…” he says next.
Sir, my firm nipples confess,
I carry not these unruly mess of
Misguided obstructions
In the codes of my dress.
Allow me please another course
To demonstrate a skill of choice…
I want, to come and work for you
Just a matter of time ‘til you’ll want me too
Execute the tasks of this interview…
A little cream in your latte ’s due, I notice.
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Darkly heals of pointed action
Saunter soft to a hard attraction
... it was said, to put the whips on
Chest over desk in a slight horizon
Spread like an eagle and facing the Sun
Inspired to oblige… is a team player, Bond.
Prying eyes on the intercom
Taking notes and recording songs
Nothing isn’t noticed, her eyes a grin
Lifting skirt and exposing skin
Fabric of her blouse so very thin
Refreshing foam against the rim
In a cup of desire filled to the brim…
”...do you type…” he asked again
Like a wild fire replies the Wind
88 plus words in the whisper of a mind.
Form:
. The sound of
Stilettos coming home.
The echo reverberates
In the empty hall,
My heart
Salivates,
And my soul
Is at pure ease
To know that
Its soul mate
Has come home.
In the morning
Stilettos make
Deep sounds
Of their lone
Departured echoes.
My mind
Yearns and
Waits for
The sound to return.
The satisfying sound of resounding
Steps from the one I love to satisfy
Step their way down the long corridor.
The countdown begins after the evening news
I like to wait and listen to the beauty of
The last 10 steps reciting their poems in taps
In a rhythmic sequence of poetic bliss.
10 -9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1...I’m home.