She's magnificently lovely
She's like wine;so fine
Her love sweeter like the grapes from the vineyard
Her touch ignites and blazes up like an inferno
She's the mistress and master of affection
She's a doctor;stitches me up when am broken,Injects me with compassion when am depressed and puts me to bed on her bed of roses
She knits gowns of hope and leather jackets of passion
She knits armors of hope for the knights during combat
She chose me,I chose her
Together we'll walk out of the maze of bricks and thorns to the chamber of destiny.
When she charts the stars
I fall from the heavens
And slide by her eyes
Of deep glowing moons.
I hold the orbs of her planets
High and firm
With the force of a galaxy.
I glide down the valley
To where the river flows
Inside her swan white thighs
Through the branches of thistle
Swaying to and fro in the lockstep
Of love.
I tell her in the evening
That we have the world at our fingertips
Spinning perfectly on an axis
Of great beginnings.
She smiles and looks back at the stars
And I climb back up again.
Your warm lips draw forth,
The essence of my design,
Your love is my home.
.........................KISS
Touch lips
Rub noses
Accepting the love
in consensual ways
freely returning it back
"we hope it will last forever"
Words
We say
When in love
While holding hands
Wishing and hoping
Whispering sweet nothings
Walking barefoot through the surf.
8 / 10 / 2026.
I stood looking out the window,
searching for a vision of you,
but the blinds stood between us,
hiding what my heart once knew.
If I pulled the strings and let in the light,
would I see your face again?
Or would your memory slowly disappear,
like shadows fading at the day's end?
The honest answer is—I don't know.
So I let the darkness take control,
while two strings move gently up and down,
like tired eyes protecting the soul.
Opening and closing,
revealing what I’m afraid to find,
because sometimes what blocks our vision
isn't the window—it's the mind.
If only you could see the secrets
hidden quietly behind these blinds,
memories my heart keeps sheltered
from the searching eyes of light.
So I remain inside this silent room,
where yesterday still survives,
adjusting my eyes to the darkness
while your memory waits behind the blinds.
Like a great storm she makes her path,
flying ever higher; blowing wild and free.
The warm winds of her supple breath
caressed an old soul when inhaled by me.
Enthralled a heart; and made her mark;
strong heart being held in passion’s silk chains.
Spellbound is he whom she touches,
with sweet seductions of pleasures and pains.
She’s a lady of worldly ways,
a tender lover; wise beyond her years.
Though her confidence overflows,
deep down inside, she locks away dark fears.
As a hurricane, she’s a force,
yet in her heart burns gentle desires.
Her spirit may rage for hours,
drenching her lover with torrid fires.
She possesses many faces;
a tempestual lady with a tender soul.
Holds the power to break a heart,
with the beauty to touch…and make it whole.
Sizzling hot this passionate fire.
Whispers of erotic desire.
Ecstasy the cards that are dealt;
entice sensations to be felt.
Tantalizing dreams will inspire.
Sweet is the honey that's flowing.
Enjoyment of touches showing.
Nerves tingling with every caress,
soft and slow, each done with finesse.
Addiction to pleasure's growing.
Tempting and teasing with delight.
Indulging thrills that will excite.
Obsessions of lust perfected,
never-ending bliss infected.
Our love is consummated this night.
Who is this force of power seducing my mind and enveloping my soul?
Flows of passion;
Ebbs of anger;
Flows of laughter;
Ebbs of silence.
Waves of love come crashing down on me…
the sand pulling me in as we become one with the waves.
He is my water, my love, my life.
Forgive me, but I have wanted to be a quiet ruin
not the kind you sweep away,
but the kind that makes you pause at the doorway,
hands heavy, wondering where the light went.
I know the cost of such a prayer.
To be missed like a lost limb
is to ask someone else to walk with a limp.
It is a humiliating thing, this hunger:
wishing a cold, immovable stone onto a chest I love,
just to know I was heavy enough to feel.
And oh, I burn with the shame of it.
The secret, selfish urge to linger
to sit like salt in the back of their throat
when they try to name something sweet.
I want them to reach for me against all reason,
to fight the slow, merciful erosion of time,
and to fear, even for a moment,
that they will never again be who they were
when my hands were still holding theirs.
It is a terrible grace to ask for:
to want your name to sit on a tongue
like an open wound that refuses to close.
Call it a sin, if you must.
I know the grief I am asking them to bear.
I only know that just once, before the noise stops,
before the dust claims my name,
I want to have mattered so completely
that forgetting me feels like pulling thread from skin.
The scarlet art of the sapphire sky of my halcyon heart
sparkled with sequined glow of the lone moon leaning low.
I tried tempted to touch your topaz sheen tinted unseen,
but you didn’t stay, slowly sauntered away out of my view
from my silky sky I shaped for you with pure joy for sure.
From the dark domain of dismantled dainty rainbow arc
strong storm surged with snapped shards of slashing scorn,
shattered my sublime sky while stowing in dispersed debris pile.
I couldn’t foresee how to dredge the drowned dreams free
from deep despair before destined day to depart came my way.
I shoved the splinters of my shattered soul on the sly,
turned them into a single white rose, residing in my heart close.
When on the run you returned to my garden under sensual sun
its fragrance fine floated with the pure passion of mine divine.
When in your sweet smile the curl of its pristine petals I saw un-furl
I knew the onset spark of the new beginning it’d memorably mark.
Silver streams flow swiftly
Rippled thoughts, the horizon
Carries them all away
In that moment, the world vanished away.
I need a moment, perhaps a day.
Perhaps a lifetime, if I may.
To describe your beauty, to love I say.
Are you the dream, or was I dreaming.
I felt my heart completely stop beating.
Sunshine, Moonlight, our favourite fruits.
My heart searching yours, finding truth.
Destiny, fate, embrace the passion.
Perhaps this is real, not a dream, it’s happening.
Our Hearts intertwined, true love’s crafting.
I hear her beauty, my soul mate laughing.
Lost in your eyes, loss of words.
Angels singing, morning birds.
All I feel with you is eternal bliss.
I’ll never forget, our first kiss.
N.P
The heart will speak
with consent or not!
Will not be ruled
by logic Schooled –
Passion, a heart’s signet beat --
lesser thumps, go unrecorded.
No-way will a heart
be easily pacified – openly
bleeds~ inclined selflessly to feed
out...
Nor mere band-aide can
stem such profuse pouring, short of
a tourniquet noose -- its own rope
and spruce.
Yes, at its best, the heart cherishes,
and then, a pity, its own happiness
sometimes will raid – though the owner
tries reason, a world of intellectual appeasing,
the heart will simply not play nice -- will
not take its own tenderizing advice --
Will not let other source direct nor persuade --
The heart, of itself, both master and maid!
Even when you dream, be aware.
Vision with extreme, careful stares.
Light fills a passion, and it seems;
Be aware, even when you dream.
Inspire your fuel, be fashion.
And it seems, light fills a passion.
Cry when they cry. Don’t be cruel.
Be fashion, inspire your fuel.
Shine when can’t. Allow good to try.
Don’t be cruel, cry when they cry.
Grow from within. Water your plant.
Allow good to try. Shine when can’t.
To absorb what is dark. Again
Water your plant. Grow from within.
Honor sacrifice, a brave part.
Again. To absorb what is dark.
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