Oh Christmas, how you stroke tender passion,
with images of fireside hugs and sighs,
as blood red Union fused by warm glow flame,
and snow flake whirl eyed glance igniting pledge,
from hearts aroused who touch sweet season surge,
that silver moonlit physical rapt mist,
when fingers entwine, nose nudge fostered care,
fond memories that ooze close attachment,
underneath a molten candle flicker
Your slightest touch of love jingles my bells
My heart begins to dance a tango
Your romantic banter swells my head
For you I am a beauty to your beast
Such white lies are warm despite snow
Cranberry cries can’t be denied
For my tears fall like sleet on the street
Whenever I can not see you my love
Let us find the mistletoe an excuse
To show public affection and caress
Planting kisses like pink poinsettias
Swooning in gold light of sun or moon
You touch me with your thoughts
More than you know and I glow
Every time I think of our journey
to this island called love
An arm around one’s shoulder lends comfort;
a hand reaching out lifts somebody up;
a big bear hug shows loved ones affection.
Hand in hand, small children walk to school.
One day, their hand gingerly will touch
that of the one for whom their fondness grows.
Fingers trace the face and stroke the body
of the darling they share sweet kisses with.
What is love without some physical touch?
She wore my vision in her eyes,
she felt my fingers hands and arms embracing her she Soul was delighted but yet surprised
The scent of me endowed embraced her nose her heart yet beat yet her spirit knows. Such a souring sigh but yet within her breath we embraced we engaged. We Touch breast to chest and long and dating sensational spiritual attraction are physical interaction...
---alast our spiritual physical attraction
12/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2025
Mike Bayles
Get Well Card from a Writers’ Group to a Friend in a Physical Rehab Unit
What is important is what we lay on the table.
Poems and stories we write find new life
on the third floor of the library in Muscatine.
We read our works, listen and make suggestions.
We argue and laugh, but we’re just trying to help
every writer make their work better.
each night
We are working or retired, poets and novelists
sharing our lives and points of view. We have
driven highways and city streets to be there.
Every third Tuesday of the month we sit at the table.
in quiet skies
You are the eldest, many books written
and every meeting we look to you.
We look for revelations and for how
the pieces speak to us. Works shared
bring us together.
a shining star
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Sometimes the best way to love life is by speaking to others that make you smile and feel love!
As men we are given the task of being the pursuer, well this is not always the case.
What can a person say but think of a Snow White Dove!
Wanting a wife and children has now become a race.
We become tired of being rejected and placing on our mind and heart another burden.
I love you!
Focusing on becoming perfected is a burden.
It is true,
Seeing you smile has given me joy
When you are in pain I feel sad!
I am truthful even if my words sounds coy.
Not being there to prevent your pain makes me mad!
You cause my heart to beat!
I want and love you and even your cute stinky feet!
My heart cried
Please loved him no more.
It hurt more and more than before.
My brain questioned
Why did you keep on thinking of him for?
You should practise
"Out of sight, out of mind"
My eyes pleaded
Where has he been all these days?
I wanted to see him just one more time.
Why was he so hard to find?
Made me wondering days and nights,
Would he still be sitting at the same place?
At the desk to surf on the internet as always.
My nose sniffed:
He had strange odour, but it was quite unique.
At the corners of my lips,
My round dimples tipped
He also had two but elongated in shape,
And they appeared each time he grinned.
His face was almost perfect,
Except a calculus on the buccul of his tooth.
By now my hairs proudly tousled,
I kept your neck warm in winter
And gave you shades in summer.
But he had none what so ever.
My legs were short and stout,
His legs were long but could not play
The swings in the play ground.
Has my brain teased or cheered my heart?
When and will he mend my broken heart?
No words to describe his eyes,
I hardly looked at them due to being shy.
Issues
I posses so many and can’t seem to lose them.
The thought of it makes my head spin in circles.
Friends who lie and betray and won’t stand by my side when I need them.
Family who doesn’t love and care when ur at ur lowest point.
Everything is a issue from the sun rising to the moon going down.
Everything can cause a issue.
But the biggest issue u can have is what is inside. U might be the issue to all ur problems and also might be the solution to it.
Talking,calling screaming for help won’t solve anything. Mental,physical and emotional issues are carved deep inside u.
A type of pain NO ONE can forget a type of pain that makes u wanna scream for death.
And still u keep on living even with those issues moving forward with those hardships holding ur head high to the future to maybe one day get rid of those issues.
Therapist
releases
patient
Realizing your desire is already only yours.
Nothing to gain from him, also he is not a man worth losing.
This is how you can be set free from your all of your suffering.
Chronic
Fool, that I was, I thought to be more
Only to be gutted, and left on the shore.
To Doctor’s appointments, I dutifully arrived
To be sent away, told lie after lie.
You look so good, you must feel fine?
The only explanation, “it’s all in your mind”.
The package so shinny, the skin, so bright,
The body inside, it’s tainted with blight.
So many years, I lobbied and I strived,
Wanting more, than just to survive.
Nothing’s possible, all dreams, gone
Once, I danced, now, pain’s pawn.
The day’s are listless, seas, becalmed,
Waiting for light, without hope of dawn.
my animus physical
psychic intrinsic power
Herculean strength of my love
I have for you dear woman !
When day’s chores are tucked away,
I imagine you ‘that’ way.
My heart pounds within my chest.
I’m disarrayed and distressed.
The walls are too close, I feel
each corner is closer still.
My throat tight, I cannot breathe.
My fever I need to sheathe.
When you come into my view
I feel my panic renew.
My blood pressure does arise
as I gaze into your eyes.
Your touch is a soft caress
that thrills yet adds to my stress.
How can love be stricken blind -
something that just blows my mind!
My pale face is flashing flush
as my blood pumps at a rush.
Hot shivers running their course
task my shaking knees to force.
A physical reaction
to emotive attraction
will draw nonsense of it all
when in love you simply fall.
With all the symptoms of ill,
I’m glad to say that this chill
is not an infected gland.
But for all that, ain’t love grand?
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after planting seeds
to fulfil physical needs
will start pulling weeds
I miss the furry touch of your face
the wetness of your tongue kisses,
even your hind paws
kicking my crotch in excitable ecstasy
when I lift you up for a cuddle.
The cat is very dainty and careful
with the tender parts of my body,
but you were always happy
to pummel me with your love.
Now your dead, and the cat is sad.
It threads its slinky body
through my legs
but won't purr
until I call out: ‘Whose a good boy!'
Then that silky cat leaps onto my belly
and head-butts my chin
in memory of him.
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