...laughs at me, as the distance between our shores greatens. Deep coldness, marbled with the warmer scarlets we've imbued in the flow. That distant shore has never seemed further away. Each attempt at crossing hits the rocks...Make mine a double, Evviva!
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC
Gift wrapped,
so softly,
she
wishes
the touch of her lips
to fall upon his deepest dreams .
Gilded,
so delicately,
she
wants
memories of her fingers
to join his own on naked skin .
Smoothly,
so wholly,
she
welcomes
thoughts of his arms
wrapped around her.
Beribboned,
so temptingly,
she
wafts
scents of her hair
into his every waking moment.
Spoken,
so softly,
she
whispers
words of her heart
to ease his longing
from afar.
Wantonly,
she waits.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 3:12 PM UTC
Under glowing ceiling of hopes and dreams,
celestial dots joined,
once perfect lines were drawn,
till unrepentant starlight bursts all worldly seams.
Whilst dark universes orbit those now torn,
bewitched and lost,
amongst silvery wanton gleams,
Ursa Minor gazes down on Earthly passion born.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
River
mysterious, dark
force became understood.
Dawn embraces the horizon.
Ocean
~River~
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 3:09 PM UTC
Spit that again...
Admirers I have many; Yes very true.
Can't the green ones see,
I was only aching
for you
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 3:04 PM UTC
Curious lovers venture within, to the very darkest strands of the spiders ties.
Willingly they are seduced there; wrapped, by the temptations of Bliss.
Gossamer perfections of silk enchant them to search deeply inside.
Beholden eyes lustily devouring Her bejewelled fragile abyss.
Revelling in such perfect beauty, they sigh.
Weaving amongst silken pleasures, tender touches spin their sense modality.
Held in perfect lofty abandonment, they sway entwined, with lips open in whispers calling.
Cocooned unison becomes entangled as the softest breeze sends them falling;
Earthbound, ignoring the deadly poison of their reality.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 3:03 PM UTC
Fragile but deadly.
The early morning dew glistens on the spiders web.
I understand that spider more each passing day,
as our own web slowly grows.
Uniquely beautiful she caught us willingly
with her true realities ignored.
Collecting the tiniest of details,
we decorated the silken strands with our memories and dreams,
Tangled in the bejewelled abyss is where we'll wait,
amongst our pleasure and the poison
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 3:00 PM UTC