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drugged by the scent of her lure
rapture erupted with one glance
a beguiling symphonic aria
ignited their erotic dance...
a raging fire spawned within
kindling naked passion;
two spirits flamed as one
in unbridled, fevered fashion...
consumed by torrid pleasure
their famished flesh was fused
while, as they achieved Crescendo,
the gods looked on, amused.
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1st glass...
sometimes
I need you
more than
other times
and sometimes
sleep offers
little respite
as my soul
disappears into smoke
and sometimes
I drink better
when I write...
2nd glass
sometimes
I am content
to rest my head
upon your breast
tho' I must admit
I daydream
about the rest
and that is why
my 2nd glass
always tastes best...
3rd glass...
sometimes
tomorrow shines
thru your
laughing eyes
yet, sometimes
I just don't know
for sometimes
I fear we've gone
as far as this life
will let us go
and that is why
my 3rd glass
is always
swallowed slow...
4th glass...
sometimes
I accept loves' test
a tempest of
joy and pain
yet sometimes
I could stand naked
in freezing rain
clinch my fist skyward
and swear in vain
which is why
my 4th glass
tastes of bitter grain...
5th glass...
sometimes
I feel it would be
best for thee
if I could simply
set you free
free from my
darker side
the side you
failed to see
that enchanted eve
you offered your
only heart to me
and sometimes
I feel it would be
a blessing for me
to have my eyes go dark
when you sometimes
look at me
and your eyes
clearly portray
there are parting words
you wish to say
and that is when
my 5th glass
sets my demons free
free to punish thee
for having loved
the likes of me.
Forgive me angel. Forgive me.
Just sometimes.
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Deep dreams angel
and remember as you rest
come dawn's glow
a new day's gifted you.
A recurring wonder
born of love
a daily miracle
blessed from above.
And no matter
how troubled your ride
the giver of days
shall always provide.
This,
even the sparrows know.
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From her weeping soul
she whispers longingly
enticing this ageless spirit
which once surrendered her...
The quiet sighs she weaves
upon each velvet day
cause me to forever mourn
the heart I have betrayed...
I sail upon seas of wind
kissing her golden hair
oh, if only I could stream
a never ending dream
for her and I to share...
And if I could scheme
such a daring dream
she would be adorned
in radiant, flowing light
to blind the howling demon
who stabs me with scorn...
But, if I could so dream
would she feel me there?
would she come to know
she has forever been
the music to my prayer?...
Ah, but now she calmly sleeps
desires now are ripe to reap
I shall share her every breath
as this soul weds hers so deep
to claim her heart as mine,
mine alone to hold and keep!
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"Good morning my heart
you must be waking
for the Sun shines bright
through my window
and my soul is shaking."
"No mi vida, I still sleep
but I'm sending the Sun
as I dream of you
to assure you of
the warmth of my love...
"And know it shall never shine
as bright as the fires that
blaze within my heart
for you."
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She brings torrents of rhapsody
drowning you in her rousing sea
enslaved within her crimson mist
her Cobra kiss you cannot resist...
enraptured by her lurid lies
the fervor in her midnight eyes
send tremors to your very core
as you surrender to her lore...
with loving hands stroking your face
she consumes you with her embrace
when, with a smile, begins to weep
as she slowly stabs you...Stabs you deep!
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Bewitching was she
with enticing eyes
she inflamed my passion
with sugar sweet lies
she breast fed me love
with warmth of love
then conquered my soul
one lifetime ago...
the allure of her smile
made sinning exciting
tho' the spell of her kiss
made dying inviting.
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My yearnings took me back
back to one moment
forever frozen in time
like a photograph
in my mind.
One moment when
snowflakes fell
kissing her angelic smile
by the light of a
pale, pale moon...
How their kisses glistened
upon her blushing face
as they fervently clung
to her hair so fair
seemingly taunting my
hesitation to go
where only they would dare...
Suddenly impassioned
I embraced her warm beauty
and kissed her angelic smile
by the light of that
pale, pale moon
as those snowflakes
now incensed
stormed around us
in their jealous flurry.
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This is not my
preferred style
have disliked it
since my youth
and can bet
I always will.
But I'll live with it
for this bit
tho' I fear I'm
feeling ill...
SHOES.
Ever help a woman
choose a pair
to wear?
Ever notice
her feet in them?
You know you
want to stare
you love their
sensuality
don't goddamn
lie to me!
She wore a pair
of shoes
they fit her
secret self
the last time we
shared a dance
the last time we
dared to chance.
Oh, she'd kick
them off you know
was how she liked
to waltz
could not help
but kiss her
kiss her as
she'd flow.
But, like every
time before,
the dance would
end too soon
time to set her free
time to dance no more.
No, this is not
my natural style
and can state it
never will.
My best lines
were surely written
by candle light
and quill!
(From 'Poems I've Never Told You')
R & Q PRESS 2010
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I love you
for you're
the reason
I've a place
in this race.
The reason I
feel life breathe,
love, laugh
and yes,
even grieve.
But, dear mom,
please don't
lecture me
on how to be
a son
because, you see,
you've never
been one
let alone
an only son!
With love. Sincerely,
Your son. ('68)
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