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She walks at night likes passion's grace
Through nebulous fields of dream landscapes
Wild Morpheus her footsteps guides

She’s lust’s impassioned wile incarnate
Her will like swirling ocean currents
Endows the night with wanton purpose

Sent from heaven's pearly gates
To make men ponder mortal fortune
Tempting spirits will to sate

Demanding accolades of prowess
To satisfy her primal needs
Traverse her treacherous terrain

Her visage of immortal love
Like honey dripping from the comb
Inspires reckless heart's abandon

Dawn comes like coitus interruptus  
Narcotic wisps of contention fade
A thrall with no earthly recourse
In love with the feminine mystique in general can leave you unrequited.
I thought I saw you there naked and alone
Like a wish I made at Christmas all dressed in earthen tones
All misty water color hues and clouds with sunshine on
Fading into rainbows that smiled and were gone
Beside the mighty ocean with its thundering primal tide
Your savage beauty's innocence shone from deep inside
I love you once , I love you twice , I love you for all time
To me you are perfection in syncopated rhyme
I always knew I'd find you there I know you with my mind
A place where I have always been and may never leave behind
I bring to you my hopes and dreams things that may never be
To dwell with you forever beside our lonely tree
 Apr 2015
Francie Lynch
BOB
My girlfriend's girlfriends
Have a friend,
     Whom
They demurely refer to as:
      Bob.
He's ever-ready,
Like the bunny,
Current, never late;
And yet he'll never
Ever date.

He's no fireman,
Or a cop,
More Chippendale -
They say he's hot.
He's not needy,
He's out to please,
From what they say,
He likes to tease.
He's not a boy,
He's not a toy.

Later, when the deed is done,
He's not one to kiss and run.
He's the Alpha
And Omega,
He's the cause
Of their hysteria.

Bob surely has a way.

And should the girls
Play hard to get,
Bob's not one
To sit and fret:
And should the girls
Still want to play,
They replace
Two Double A's.
BOB: Battery Operated Boyfriend
She said
fast
And she did A WWWWWWWWWWWWvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvLike a rocket
she glided
like a dream
                                          she was
a tapestry
a magic landscape
a canvas to your sensoric
pleasure

you've caressed
her curves
like breezes gently
unleash pink dew
from blue grasses
you've
managed to tame her
rage, untangle
her
ribbons and silk
'your eyes shine like stars'- she murmured . . . . . . .
then came a hurriccane
of you' passion Rising
s h        o   o       ti     n          c l       o            the                
     s
as shattered roof tops
flying among bycicles,
stretching wild clouds as sweet
cat's opening her gems dim
beautique vision,

dragon-kites
allured by the happening
acculated words
Written in-to Ether fro'
Free sword at last!         kitchen
table started to whirl among wild ducks
love
spinn

as swans
we have loved
as swans
after snow
 Apr 2015
Camellia-Japonica
Eyes closed.
Darkness envelopes my mind.
Under my eyelids letters dance,
join and create.
Like two lovers seeking through caresses
these letters form and culminate in words.
Sensuous sentences slip into my mind,
like a lover slips under a sheet.
Tumbling together writhing for space,
imagery, sentences and truth spill out.
Caressing my eyes with beauty
these words combine and come to being.
Hot need is found in the words.
Love, addiction, fear and hope.
Like a life borne out of love
poetry is made.
© JLB
01/04/2015
17:17 BST
 Apr 2015
Jeffrey Pua
Her lips tipped lips
Just as her toes would, have
This wild prairie
Of frontliners, the brave
In love ever-young,
Ever-bud, ever-light.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
 Mar 2015
Grizzo
if life were more about,
trading baseball cards,
riding roller coasters,
staying out past
curfew

we would be
friends for
life

But life
is more about
ego
pride
*******

you became someones
to me, because of no ones
important to either
one now

so just like
marbles and hardwood floors,
the right thing to say at the time,
things
get
lost.
*** is a powerful thing
 Mar 2015
Carolin
He splattered me in ink I did not own.
Entered my heart and called it his home.
Made me feel like a queen on her throne.
He drenched me in kisses and promised
to wrap this body i own in his dazzling arms
of shinny gold until the light of dawn creeps
through the cracks of our window. Until the
sunshine comes up and makes love to our skin.
And that was when i knew a new chapter of our
lives is about to begin. Starting with me and
ending with him* ~
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