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Wayne Hill Poem
Soft hair blows across her face.
A sheen on excited skin emanates.
Bottomless eyes reflect attraction.
Immeasureable beauty pulls his attentions.
No equal can be found in any race.
Rowdy laughter never showed such grace.
No attempt to veil love's
drunkenness passes between them.
Childlike innocence is reborn.
Bonds of affection grow with each word.
Distance does not diminish emotional ties.
Smiles cannot be beaten from the faces of lovers.
And yet loneliness creeps behind her.
Parting lets in the pain and emptiness.
She must caress herself to sleep.
He does not lie beside her in the morning.
The memories of his kind voice ring
throughout her scattered thoughts.
When will this illicit love be sanctified?
Recognized by official decree?
Will God grant union to wayward love?
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Wayne Hill Poem
Lovers And Poets
Our words have flown across the page,
and given birth to your sweet name.
In my quiet hours I reconstruct
a face that angels never could attain.
Powerless I am from turning back
nothing untouched, nothing quite the same.
Reactions warm and hearts do race,
when promises are given and proclaimed.
I will paint your body with warm embrace.
Days are good, but nights will surely flame.
Kiss my face and hold me close,
curl in my arms, please posses my name.
Words of yours in eternity shall express,
why two souls forever in love be found.
You have played this pleasurable song for me.
I am enthralled by the rapturous sound.
To you I dream that I may wish,
in God's strong hands be bound!
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Her raven hair captures a delicate scent of spice.
Love radiates from dark brown disks of passion.
Enigmatic eyes speak about his soul.
Those sensuous lips are the answer to her passion.
She has lips of precise refinement.
Grace befalls every movement of a blessed body.
His smile can drive a woman across the globe.
Caring words are the engine of her strength.
Tears and laughter spring forth unrestricted.
Emotions freely spill in search of bonds.
Desires tantalize her neglected skin.
To be the recipient of her gentle touch brings joy.
Innocent love springs from their union.
When love reaches the epitome of eternity,
the longing he has felt will soon be over.
A new love the world will soon discover.
Co-written by Smriti Jha and Wayne Hill
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Pine filtered air roams down hillsides.
Space in the western Rockies stretches comprehension.
Farms and towns in the valleys have room to spare.
Polite Mormons and crude drunks harmonize.
Rewards wait for the adventurer.
Cutthroat trout sip insects from stream tops.
Wandering moose snack on willows.
I have found a permanent paradise.
Let the lowlanders inhale the smog,
frantically rush into knotted traffic.
I was once part of this senseless game.
The caffeine fuelled dash to nowhere.
Keep your artificial palm trees.
Ogle those silicone breasts.
You'll look fashionable in your decadent urban scene.
Drowning your sorrows in expensive wine.
Allow me to laugh at your folly,
as I peacefully shine my shotgun.
The frigid breeze will soon turn to warmth.
I have found my mountain home.
Alone I sit in my granite palace.
Deserted by the coin chasing masses.
Distained by a woman who once loved me.
Tranquility infusing the crisp alpine air.
Wayne M Hill September 30, 2011
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She pleasures with her eyes,
attractive lights in any language.
Rivulets of lustrous hair frame this angel.
Swelling lips search for a warm surface.
Seductive hands remove his outer layers,
while her actions are reciprocated.
The serene light reveals lace undergarments
woven tightly over feminine curves.
A bed vibrates on frenzied contact.
The couple embrace with bare skin,
lubricated with fevered perspiration.
She removes the last piece of his clothing.
The intensity and passion of his kisses
increase as he descends her voluptuous frame.
Her breasts rise to address his lips,
twin beacons of peaked arousal.
Hands become instruments of delightful affection.
Tongues search for fountains of stimulation.
Harmonious nervous systems signal in timed unison.
Communicating in universal expression.
His gift is received in the warm tide,
where the center of her cherished womanhood resides.
Oxygen, pulled from the electric air,
surges through rosy cheeks.
Isolation, control, and restraint are abandoned.
Wretched destination becomes blessed euphoria.
A climax of other worldly contentment floods
both lovers with unmatched ecstasy.
Lying unclad in coital enjoyment
both partners become bound with renewed attachment.
A tangible seal of combined togetherness,
two forms merge into complimentary bliss.
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A crowded bookstore cafe,
during a breezy October afternoon,
you inspired a thousand journeys.
A voice apart, an intimate tune.
Skin as fair as a wandering snowflake,
crystalline eyes of brilliant blue,
hands, warm like embers,
your thundering heart I knew beat true.
Turbulent trials overcome with strength
proudly bearing misery without shame.
Gracefully, you stand against the gale,
a vigilant signpost on a lonely plain.
A deep, abiding assurance of destiny
came with the comfort of caring hands.
Shelter against the jagged thorns, born
in the grain of societies coarse sands.
A firm rock of stability in the turbulent
white water of a detoured life.
You altered the destination of my path,
offering communion over strife.
Granite cliffs of ancient ranges will not outlast
the uneroded passions of my stubborn heart.
My love will outlive the fralties of my body,
powerless to smother what I did not start.
The verdant growth of my hidden soul
shall be the private delight of a loyal mate.
Like the intense aroma of the rarest flowers,
grown in the sunshine of this purest state.
Together, while drifting in calamity,
or striding in euphoria's sweetest tune.
I dwell in the blessed fields of love's rewards,
praying she passes not too soon.
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The highest regard I had given you,
my most esteemed relation.
Where trust and love would multiply,
between an intimate circle of two.
A confidence shredded and violated!
Love scattered in a cold wind.
Your deceptions rusted the chains.
We became indifferent enemies.
Erase our unpleasant episodes I cannot.
No drug could blot out this accumulation.
Medicine will not heal this hideous scar.
You have damaged my intimate humanity.
Time will deflect the blow to my person.
I will reap strength from perseverance.
May your darkened path be lighted!
The flames from your picture haunt me no longer.
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Tropical currents generate warmth.
Palms fronds and wild nectar drift lightly along.
Busy, manicured streets run straight.
Where can I hear that pure song?
The tune from your heart so divine,
it's melody can never be gone.
Is this meeting the first or the last?
Can chains be unlinked and finally stand broken?
Fears have been realized and shaken.
Too much has been written and spoken.
Your intoxicating persona has drugged me.
A wounded life cannot be bought with a token.
I have dreamed of caressing your cinnamon skin,
running my hands through your raven strands of hair.
To be united with your soul in this world,
on a distant island without a care,
where stolen moments must last a lifetime.
A permanent home is what we should share.
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The light from your eyes ignites my night.
When two souls mingle, double or single.
The epitome of attachment is felt.
Rain stops not lovers from
dancing in dark, muddy streets.
Bodies together are sensuous treats.
I swing in your arms to reach the sky,
O such a blissful rain.
No words compare with your name.
We choreograph love's sea of sensation,
together we merge in our thoughts.
No music plays in the background.
Hearts generate the melody of passion.
Bare skin displays our intimate fashion.
When love becomes an endless obsession,
the heart binding dance
enhances currents of romance.
A heavenly kiss breaks the thunder
to paradise we gladly surrender.
Co-written with lovely Smriti Jha
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Sea Of Arousal
Your glowing body begs to be my permanent colony,
as you become the supreme ruler of my lustrous skin.
My ownership of your soul I will not surrender.
The key to your personhood I shall guard to the end.
I submit these scandalous nights in your arms.
With your love my river will warm.
Dive into my soul, explore the bosom.
Caress those sensuous lips to reach nirvana.
Kiss me without restraint, give abandon.
Touch me with no regrets, hold me with unleashed care.
You are the forest and I your mountain.
I climb inside your richly scented limbs.
The mark of my lips will reach beneath your skin,
as you leave the aura of your divine body.
Our mutual desires awake in a sea of arousal.
The countryside stirs in love's joyful grip.
The seeds of our passion grow in different shades,
for we shall nurture them with dignity and grace.
Another poem written with the talented Smriti Jha
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