Of all that, doe-like, yearnful
Curled up in sleep
One made to spring.
Of all that, wren-like, blissful
Up out its nest
To soar, to sing.
More susceptive to, as tis
The light step of
An approach, slow.
More impressed by, in words' rush
Nothing more rough
Rustlings, leaves show.
Oh, the face of love be the moon ever lit so bright
With the pelvic pull of desire on this summer’s night
Thus we enchant & entwine before the mornings' dew
As the titanic tides of love bring my heart back to you
Upon a gentle bashful breeze to groom the amorous air
With emerald eyes eternal, glittering as I starry stare
Oh, magnetic moon of the specious seductive sphere
Bring your titillating twilight to last this yearnful year
Mysterious moon, you blanket well your libertine lovers
As they release your spell underneath captivating covers
And the poets forever write about your lasting gleams
For their words pour down through bewitching beams
Oh, mesmerizing moon you bring us decorous delight
A magical monolithic mistress, goddess of sensual sight.
March.08.2019
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Placed 1'st...Thank You
Simple numbers have never captured mine eyes,
Useless variables mortals equate;
And while her years boast broad scents, matured signs,
She’s the richest wine of my taste.
I could pluck our talks from these kept pages,
Verse the intrigue of her mere presence,
While causing this charm to voice for ages;
And as I laugh with company, heaven is sent.
But in this calm joy, there are flaws she owns.
These young eyes may be all the warmth she needs,
I could be filed away, entitled alone.
This chapter must pass, and our flirt must leave.
Although I’ll never catch her quantity,
The yearnful youth will always recall thee.
Rhapsody playing its crescendo in love's...
Melodic opera's notes; as slowly she lowers
Her sundress, while shyly brushing aside silks
Golden hair gazing into paradise and she smiles
Enchanting her long dark lashes kissing gently my
Warm beating heart her mistress fingers dew within
Every gentle touch destined and nothing can compare
Oceanic fair fondly lying aside her beauty yearnful risen
Spirits to be quenched; thirsting a soothing as she my lips.
The skies the limit tis what some say; peering around the corner?!
Considering the shadows and how they flee from the light....
Seventy-five watts, sunrise, highnoon, throughout the day
Always trying to get away, amid this charcoal chase ~
Personify and I wonder, if they ever wish they were the light....
Playing house while as they await, for the moon to rise!?
Sisters and brethren, we are gathered here this eve ~
The sky is the limit tis what they say; peering around the corner
At seventy-five watts considering, the sunrise and highnoon
Yearnful for the moon, and still I wonder if wishes were dreams....
Would the shadows yet flee, should the light become their day?!
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....“Beyound the Night, Part 4” *
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Unfolding gently these flowers amid the garden of her fragrance; perfumed petals
Velvet their touch to be tasted by soft lips; ever yearnful, for their perfect love...
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..."Sweet Bouquet's" *
Can one be foolish for so long
To have let themselves honestly believe
This is satisfying solitude that
Keeps one blinded by hidden feelings.
The leap we take for chance of life
Fulfilling our private desired futures
Sometimes unexpected twists of faith
Are clouding our most yearnful pleasures.
How does one know the difference?
If we do nothing then at least we know
Today consists of our memories of the past
Tomorrow are our dreams of unknowing hope.
Is it possible to be really content
Living in such silent days of carpe diem?
Do you wonder what am I supposed to feel?
Still time goes on...tick tock...tick tock.
Can the rambling words of one soul
Be so compelling to make that difference?
Does anyone understand or even care about
The struggles that exhausts your brain?
Your thoughts are a chance of a choice
That you can either hinder or snuff
No one can prowl their way in unless
Your mind allows the intrusion of invaders.
Now we ask ourselves if we are prepared
We ponder if all else complies dutifully
Be ready to leap into the motions of life
Hesitant...my foolish future.
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