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To explain the joy of love, A poets words have tried But in their ignorance, incomplete, With the fold still over their eyes. Defined when when love is new, There are no moments too great. Everything through the rose color, No feelings of sad, lonely or hate. Each moment builds upon the next, Adding...
Music and laughter in the distance Hidden by a cloud of smoke. Focused on the que-ball, As you set up for your shot. Your fingers grip the nylon, As the stick takes rest on a familiar finger. Back and forth, just two or three times, As you say "8-ball, corner pocket." You push the stick, As...
Stories of passion foretold, In every memory he holds. He can see her laying there, With a dampened heat in the air. Her beauty enters his eyes, Making it impossible not to smile. Luminescent glowing from her face, A dream he will forever chase....
He watches her in silence, She moves with absolute grace. Never has he felt more passion, And yet, he can say nothing. Beat of the music is rhythmic, As if it beats to her movement. Body swaying, lips smiling, Heat fills the air between them. He wishes only to hold her, Because that is all he could handle...
Oh quiet and gentle night, Won't you hear my plea. Take hold of this body, Please come rescue me. Oh dark and mysterious night, Bring me what I need. Let my mind wander endlessly, Into your world of dreams. Oh, my best friend night, Why did you take so long. My mind has been so weak, My body no longer...
There is more to this, Than the salty passion. More than my flesh-colored dreams. More than the heat, That follows every thought of you. Passion fills my soul, Fills the hours when you're away, And the moments when you're here, It's more than the thoughts, Of tasting your crimson lips. So much more than...
Sweat Dripping Running down my face Her body Moist in anticipation Unable to breath at a steady pace, Movement Rhythmic Beating to the music Sheets are soaked Smelling of sin Aroma in the air Thick like smoke A cigarette Burns in delight Sleep.......
Unadulterated, Indefinable, Insurmountable, Complete beauty. This is what I thought at first site. She moved as if with grace of an angel. There was something about the way she blinked, As if in slow motion, Batting those eyelashes, Seemingly taunting everyman within sight, Making them wish for a moment...
From the womb I came to play life’s game, And the world heard my first cry. Did I begin to live just then, Or did I begin to die? Through the years and through the tears, Will death steal away my soul? Or will death come nigh when the blue sky, Turns black as Satin’s coal? Will the movement...