Awaken me to your amorous assurances
Bind me to your sweet, sensuous soul
Connect me to your comforting care
Dance with me in dreamland's distant skies
Embroider me in harlequin patterns
Forge me into a freeing form
Gild me with that golden stardust
Hold me close to your heart, darling
Invite me into your inmost inbox
Join me in affection's joyous journey
~ "Kiss me when the sun sleeps..."
Love me till forever lasts
Make me your miracle moonbeam
Nestle me in your nurturing arms
Overwhelm me with outstanding devotion
Please me with pure tenderness
Quiet me when trouble trotting comes
Ravish me with rambunctious passion
Savour me slowly in silken shadows
Touch me with your roving, romantic hands
Unwrap me with "your fingers around my soul"
Veil me in velvety embrace
Weave me into your heart's tapestry
X-out my fears, tears and smears
Yoke our hearts into one essence
Zoom me into Zephyr's whispered promises
Summer, darkened off.
Hung yet of o'er
As bright to the core
Nectarine. Peach.
Arboured italian!
Now my pleasure
To share whose leisure
Ripe to ravish
Soft cheeked, alike squish.
When for, so reach.
Airborne over Lilliput
blackhearted honeybees gone nuts
ravish every pretty flower
from here to the London Tower
where mothers forsake their young
terrified of being stung.
I’ve begun recycling emotions
so they’ll last longer
and we can save the rat-bag planet.
Sometimes I jump in elevators
I did it this morning
on the third floor
this guy looked at me, askance.
“Do you think you’re going to live forever?” I demanded.
Sometimes I look at Peter and think
that he’s the sexiest guy on earth
I want to ravish him - and we’re at breakfast.
Can a boyfriend be TOO perfect?
“I could do better,” I tell him, out of the blue
- because you’ve got to keep them on their toes.
“Don’t beat yourself up,” he said, looking up from his buttery-croissant, sympathetically.
“You’re doing your best,” he added.
“Wait,” I said, “what are we talking about?”
.
.
Songs for this:
What's going on by Paul Carrack
Meet me halfway,
Cross the slough and the mire.
Meet me halfway,
By the strands of barbed wire.
Relinquish our vows
To ravish each other,
And just for the moment,
Be brother to brother.
Meet me halfway,
Cross this killing field.
Meet me halfway,
My arms shall I yield.
Our eyes have both seen,
Such death and such sorrow,
Both of us know,
We may die on the morrow.
Meet me halfway,
In this realm of the dead.
Meet me halfway,
Where the fallen have tread.
Damn with the old guard,
So willing, we die.
Loud and persistent,
We’ve heard the death cry.
Meet me halfway,
Cross the slough and the mire.
Meet me halfway,
By the strands of barbed wire.
Let us share in good will,
Bare our souls, one another.
Meet, not as my foe.
But meet, as my brother.
Meet me halfway,
By the strands of barbed wire.
Meet me halfway,
Let us call a ceasefire.
Let us both discover,
Each other’s worth.
On this sacred night,
Of our Savior’s birth.
Meet me halfway,
As we walk towards the light.
Meet me halfway,
No longer we fight.
No longer the need,
For us to be brave,
Alas, both of us now,
Lie in our grave.
Olive eyes
Drink your smile
Cranberry cries
Of deep denial
Candy kiss
Of licorice
Can’t resist
I’m ticklish
Cocoa soul
Hot and deep
Hands we hold
Sweaty sweet
Like tootsie rolls
Are my feet
Licking toes
Make me weak
Yeast roll buns
Soft and brown
Fingers of fun
Let hair down
Braids escape
Like a wave
Rubbing face
Touch your fade
There’s a lake
You inspire
A private place
You set a fire
Heart that beats
As yours repeats
Romantically
Ready to eat
..
A ghastly cadaver drops, for whose noble sake?
To ravish the grandeur of wildlife
In the thud of night; to mangle
Mother Earth's gift and its life's intent
Where each tender beast moves in a flow
Linking a primal, fond tie with nature’s deities…
But the affinity with innocent children, its tribe
Snuffed with one ruthless bang in the forest
When pitiless minds become delirious… heinous
A giraffe, a leopard perishes without knowing
The lithe body quickly turns into a gaunt shadow,
How sudden. Just like that: unable to play with birds
And race with own calf or cubs along an inlet...
O hollow night, O lamp of silence drained
By the vicious game from predators
Lusting after power...just like that
And no one can tell, for whose noble sake?
Roof shingles
are tossed like confetti in a Banshee wind.
She says it's going to be a bad weather day,
the green screen behind her wobbles
as a gust of torrential hailstones
rocks the studio,
yet her smile stays bright and perky.
The wind keeps churning through sparrows
and shattering windows. Tornados
spring up out of nowhere,
devastate homes, then ravish cows
as an afterthought.
Through a plasma screen
the attractive lady distracts my eyes,
She grins knowingly
I grin back, as we share a moment,
elsewhere, death strikes randomly
with a made for TV toothy banality.
Storms of platitudes continue to numb
and transfix.
I don't know why some must die
and others must keep watching.
I can only predict
that the weather girls will survive
to keep us informed
even as our living rooms implode.
Cuddles and feelings make the world so good.
Hushed our embrace, our silence understood.
Ten spare lights, as our romance is revealed.
Jenni in love, our hearts gently healed.
Jenni I allow you to ravish me this night.
Mutual trust, a bond shining bright.
Harmonious whispers dance in the air.
Gazebo nuzzles, a moment so rare.
Caressing souls, as sweet as your perfume.
Aspiring union in our discrete bedroom.
Hold love safe from shadows' loom.
Golden dawn on the sunflower’s velvet breast
No bee but the silver ray touches its suave crest
Your silent eyes gaze through the window cell
Blowing silky hairs the breeze comes to the Dell
Your introvert wandering kisses the grasses silently
In the garden of work, the smiles whisper lovingly
There are many white papers under your busy hands
Where my staring chases the covered chest with bands
Thin the luscious lips where the pen spreads youthful ink
My lust peeps through the oblique glass of morning drink
Streaming petals ravish the drunkard mind to be one
No scent but your walking air embraces my lust to stun
No dawn but the velvet presence enthralls my blood
You are in me nothing else just a little sombrous flood
© Mahtab Bangalee
August 29, 2024, Chattogram
(Dedicated to dear colleague Rawa)
Once dreamy, butter-filled suncups,
Shining ‘neath the moonlight.
Past shadows shimmer on pond of
Evening Primrose midnight.
Spineless spirits, angel’s trumpets,
Kept as outliers, aloft.
Once shady blow - paired sleeping rocks
Covered with lamb’s ears, soft.
Dark and lightness ravish garden.
Sweet scent rediscovers
The sway of grass on little path;
Reprints of fresh lovers.
If only she’d whispered warning;
“Enter moon gate,” was said.
White creeping phlox - she’s as white as
Sole touch of garden bed.
Behold what a beauty came to tame the beast
Who has yet to ravish such a lavish feast
With but a little or no romance in sight
After the last tango both would dance tonight
Quite the delicate juicy morsel tasted
And no better flavor to savor basted
Whenever there's beauty for the beast to see
Then ever the beast will the beast ever be
When the challenge has become the quest
The pressure is great to outshine
The fear tries to crawl to the surface
Again will I fall victim to my ambition
The stacks so high
In time I have months
But I want it all now
As it all sucks me in
I can't help but to panic
When all sleep goes away
I lie awake in my rebuttals
Can I become what I wish to be
Or is this mask so great
It hides all potential I have
I look at this life as an constant reminder
There is no place in this world for a quitter
I can point blame
I can ravish the truth
But the moments still remain
There's no time to waste
As this life will fade
I must remain true
And figure a way past my last self
To what this self wants to be now
Away from all that is strange
And conquer all that lie in wait
My own demon of destruction.
Roof shingles
are tossed like confetti in a Banshee wind
She says it's going to be a bad weather day,
the green screen behind her wobbles
as a gust of torrential hailstones
rocks the studio,
yet her smile stays bright and perky.
The wind keeps churning through sparrows
and shattering windows. Tornados
spring up out of nowhere,
devastate homes, then ravish cows
as an afterthought.
Through a plasma screen
the buxom lady distracts my eyes,
She grins knowingly
I grin back, as we share a moment,
meanwhile elsewhere, death strikes randomly
with a made for TV toothy banality.
Storms of platitudes continue to numb
while they transfix.
I don't know why some must die
and others must keep watching.
I can only predict
that weather girls will survive
to keep us informed
even as our living rooms implode.
Aspects and expectations of color,
be amethyst, be the best, reenlist,
sensory seizes sparks stimulator.
Be lavender and sweeter, forever,
be cerise and release your masterpiece,
aspects and expectations of color.
Be amber then enter to surrender,
be tourmaline, my dream still-ravish-cease,
sensory seizes sparks stimulator.
Be sapphire and satisfy the desire,
be white in your flight and be the moon's cheese,
aspects and expectations of color.
Be copper, chart-topper and showstopper,
be, Xanadu that perfect hue, true tease,
sensory seizes sparks stimulator.
Be ivory, more finer, best primer,
be, turquoise, and make with the noise, puh-leeze.
aspects and expectations of color,
sensory seizes sparks stimulator.
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