Romance Senses Poems

Clouds of grey hues,
Swim across the air above. 
A dove is flying high,
Racing to reach his nest below. 

You can feel the rain, 
Drizzling droplets...

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When I woke up this morning,
With the Sun's glowing rays
I leaned forward to feel 
The warmth on my face.

I, sitting on the porch,
Watching nature awaken
Birds...

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~~~ Soul is the character that is made up of mind, will and
feelings of a person and the spiritual part or connection to
other humans while...

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The Nature of You

Perfection is looking into your eyes and seeing our souls dance like the flickering flames of fire reaching for the stars, or...

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Hummingbird’s playing 
in the background,
The Page 
plays the blues,
interludes, 
fingers touching the 
sensual key notes 
scent openings
in the mind 
reeling 
in the horizontal lines 
along...

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Vision, a window divine, open wide to aspirations of heart,
A lens paramount, for perusing aesthetics of beauty and art;
A sight beaming imagination, on ambitions of...

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Hidden beneath the hopes and dreams, gentle
Feelings, inspiring me to trust, believe
Fondness this alive isn’t accidental
It feels amazing, just like Christmas Eve,
Joyful and inspired, like...

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How many senses does it take
To prove to myself you’re real
How do I know the illusion won’t break 
Or the devil be part of the...

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He holds me closely
When I can no longer see,
Saying, "I am here."
"No need to fear, precious dear."
Kisses my head tenderly....

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A rose grows from my heart.  
Its roots run deep into my veins.
Its petals of golden crimson 
Bring pleasures to my being.  ...

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Dewdrops cling
To the scent of a fresh rose
Only letting go
For the graceful smile
Morning sun wipes away
The precious jewels of dew

Buzzing, breathing
The heavy air of flowers
Petals...

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Hush!
Discreetly they be. Clandestine
Journeying a void voyage,
Made for each other
Madly in love.

Might be
A pin drops silently
Mind is a culprit.

Yesterday slumbers on a bed of thorns.

Hush!
Sweaters...

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On the other hand,
The evening is growing,
My bedtime is calling;
My body to rest. 
The stars aren’t pleasing,
The moonshine is missing,
And there’s a thunder;
Afflicting my head.
At...

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If asked, what could I live without?
Love would not make my list – up to
my ears in years of loveless hearts,
cold to the touch, insensitive...

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Springtimes sweet caress.
    Nature dons her floral dress,
    Perfume fills the air.
    Senses seduced seek romance,
...

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