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Bloomie Scott Nov 2014
Nascent swimming, undertaking the lunge into reservoirs.
Our third tour of duty for love
I chase the serenade of warmth in your eyes----Balanced perfectly on stout cheeks and lips who utter the slightest phrase will control liberty.
The voice of your channels propel me into quandary.
Continue to hide behind your stare and I will be your audience. The avenues shine in the dark room.
We play the roles of comfort and neglect our confrontations.
Leave ambiguity alone------ feel what I felt.
Love frustrates
Where is the evidence that you have live--- I refuse to sleep next to a stranger,
I want to know the story behind every scar on your body.
Redress you intentions
Capering around your mind confusing reality for fantasia.
This time I draw the curtains
Resolve my search echo my pursuit
Bloomie Scott Nov 2014
Bonny your history is beautiful
Flow through impasses of any barriers to my breast.
Urgency sirens.  
Failing to keep the gates barred, promises underwent submission in the palms of our fate.
Supply my heart substance
Open my channels wide and distort perspective.
Paradise plus bonny personifies perfect bliss
Placing black sand bountifully and preciously beneath our pods.
My prowess only detects your soul in a crowd of millions-----In the midst of a troubling storm
I stand firm in front of you committed to the history.
The discrete freckles appear after humility spoke a carefree moment when I knew you loved more.
We hope
I will not depart.
Keys to completeness, if I default on a real attempt
Accept my apology
Bloomie Scott Nov 2014
Vulnerability picked at battered Heart
Opened spirits found a tattered soul
What seems impossible was our start
Years of false hope refused to let us fold

Help, you wouldn’t seek -----I would never consider to give
Disposition changed daily
Detoxing lies in which we lived
From all the game we been playing

Maybe this is practice
For all the truth we were lacking
Fact is, we still care---all of the afflictions are past tense
Fixate your fire; let me know I’m back in

Redress our desire amid the doubt—believe
Fight forever for ourfutures,achieve
Bloomie Scott Nov 2014
Bad girl from Whitehouse Station
I want that wet tongue in my mouth
Treasures
Screaming raw measures of a poor falsetto

Come alive tonight
Ruffle up the
Leaves
Leaving your print

Feel everything-----feel certain
Create the space for maybe
Meant to be if not for me
I will never love a stranger
I will sign my name as wildfire
I will leave your port in danger
Bloomie Scott Oct 2014
Dahlia once stood.
Ruby gems grinned my inner being at ease
Dare my heart to enshroud the beliefs you hold.
Blush once more and I will
Flood your soul inhaling all my desires of forever.
Smirks will not suffice; my affix dominates every disposition you may declare, so
Act out now.
Free will is charity accompanied by reservations to accept.
Welcome the kismet in which ------I am surely you in turn you surely me.
Unfortunately
I am holding back all that I can give.
My regret was my reservations buried in my soul in spite of your openness,
Willingness to build.
My stare left you insecure, confused and distant while yours sent me into complete bliss.
Reach out for me, save me

— The End —