Lest there comes a time when our love doesn't hold.
After the tribulations of living are weighed and tolled,
Your love and mine, will rekindle as our bodies entwine keeping out the cold.
Overwhelmingly fragile life is,
It often knocked us down on our knees.
Facing the daybreak has been exceedingly petrifying
where to rise where to set?
Do I even belong here?
A loner I've always been.
From million miles, I shot the star yet fall on lion’s mouth
there's scarcity of rooms to procure all that's hurting,
All that's maiming.
then what's left is all bogus,
A goal of its own to attain
winning or losing I am on the race.
Even so, as I set about to stretch my wings and waggle
No longer could I hobble around.
while all I own is learning to recline on Jesus,
the Master of all the masters
supersede the unfathomable vagueness,
rose brighter when all I comprehend is a grey of tilted shades
He truly is my superhero for life.
Did I tell you how you make my heart sing
As I glance at the moon reclining on her back?
The cherubim roundness of her flawless form
Only the lever of true worship can swing and conform
Watching the changes of this arresting performance born
When she is so enticingly pregnant with life.
With five mile high alarm, full of celestial zeal
Sits unaccompanied in a puddle of expression.
Reflecting all the inspiration that she feels
I wonder if she can sleep in those reflections?
To be her and live inside her mind
Scenic dreamscapes, leaving a lasting impression
Sleep Luna sleep
Eternally peaceful.
I sit reclining in your strong arms
Remembering our love song together
Come let me love you
And thrill me once again
Enjoying'kisses beneath a moon'
Until she awakens the Sun
On A Relaxed Recline On A Spring’s Soft-Sunny Day
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This cool country and this calm forenoon,
Singing birds and murmuring stream—
Far from that noise and dust of the concrete city.
This recline in half sun and half shade,
By the blooming willows, in the grassy yard of my lonely wooden cottage,
Is princely and priceless...
'As I recall the scene-- those weak, naked,
Indian laborers on a blazing summer’s day
In the heat of brick kiln.'
Reading an American poet, and imagining his horse ride
By some dark woods on a snowy day.
With a bowl of plane water,
And a view of a very high elevated, pillar less, blue-like roof,
And heavy woods’ walling all around the town.
And adding spice into the fantasies-fun
With the musical memories of my love-days.
Just sit back in your chair and listen,
I've been gone but I know what your
missin,
It won't be long till I home again with you,
I'm staying strong so hold on a day or
two...
Recline in my favorite place I sit,
Your so fine you can keep a candle lit,
From the glare of your stare behind the
glass,
Which don't compare to what's hanging off
that ass...
With silk drops dangling just above the
waist,
The buttons pop on your top to state the
case,
Though your're warm from the storm
they still release,
Because its colder than norm as they
increase...
Grab hold if you're bold and spread them
wide,
How much more can a G-string really
hide?
As you petend that I'm getting ready to,
Deep end what is getting wetter thru...
So take my replacement off the charge,
It's just an " in case" but not as large,
Recline everytime you start to miss,
Divine as it mates you into bliss...
Terry
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