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Along a wooded path we stroll
Past firethorn and evergreen
Following a wondered wish
Illumed by a soft moonbeam

For this we’ve dreamt of evenings past
To find the meaning in our heart
All alone the two of us
Awaiting magic soon to start

I felt a drop upon my lips
Of the moon's soft tender glow
Read my lips by soft moonlight
Loving thoughts for you do flow

The breeze brings its gentle touch
Shivers tingle up my spine
Goosebumps rise on freckled skin
Your arms warmly wrapt 'round mine

So mesmerized by fireflies
Such whimsy on the evening air
A’ flickering of tiny lights
Just for the two of us to share

I point up to a shining star
Its beauty glistens ever bright
And whisper, that is what you are
To me this perfect springtime night

I am nothing more my dear
Than a woman in love with a man
Let me show you what I need
Into my own I take his hand

I guide him to the big oak tree
Our names carved into a heart
"2gether 4ever", this you promised
A kiss seems a good place to start

So there below a canopy
Of branches twisted up above
I kissed the one that I adore
To know the feeling of true love

And as the sun began to set
I held her in my arms so tight
2gether 4ever a dream come true
My promise made again this night

Her smile is mine life
Her life is mine smile...




©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry

She never danced not in the open
But once she closed her dark blue eyes
She was the centre of the party
She heard the sounds of all the laughter
Glasses full or  being filled
She was the princess of the non existing empire
Of the wallflowers that blossom on an extraordinary day

Things art never so good
Until mi amour' cometh around,
Than the hellion doth run
From her presence of light, pure and unbound.....
She always knoweth how,
To giveth me anew
She's everything wonderful,
She's the queen of soo true....
Her godly orifice speaketh wisdom of angel's who sing
I wait daily, for me in her abode to bring....
A scholar of books
Of the fantasy she read's,
But she's all so real to me....
A prior life lover
A precedent fortune
Still a blessing today.....
For her do I always listen....
For one day I shalt stand in her room
Laying down in her bed
Cooking in her kitchen...
Making supper's of romantic's
With amare candled sticks......
A queen and king of faraway....
A extraterrestrial kiss...

my room was a mess,
and we added to it as we undressed,
because I couldn't wait any longer.

I love the feeling of you on me,
as I try to be quite
You came in my mouth,
gripping my head,
my neck,

you tell me, "moan baby"
you love to hear me moan,
you wanted me to moan so loud the whole town could hear,
when I do I feel so happy to be with you,

I lay next to you,
wrap my body around you,
I hold ur hands and make a face that says everything were going to do,
is going to be *****,
but I want to love you,

I kiss you to the point there's no point in stopping,
and when our fingers are unlocking,
they stroke your hair,
hair I love,
you grab my *** and spank it hard,
and I move my hands down your body never pausing,

but I can feel every part of you,
I know that this time its not frightening,
I make my way all the way down to your ****,
and I put it in and we go off,
our ******* feels like it never stops,

we took the time to trace the outlines of each others bodies,
we looked into each others souls,
and now I'm getting ***** faster than eminem's Rap God,
and his body feels like a god,

the ******* begins,
and i'm pleased within,
moaning louder than before,
really hopping the neighbors aren't home next door,

and this is how loving you should feel.
so unreal,
even though its all real.

The sympathizer is the barrel of a gun
and it goes off.
Amongst bloated company
And hues of laughter
Amongst amiable stares and
fraudulent applause.
It beams socially the very instant
before mayhem falls
and in packs of  cordial mirth,
it grows in courage,
menacing enough to stare directly at a dead man.

The streets are clear, we're hydrophobic
Hoods propped by hats and socks pulled high;
The rain brings peace to the agoraphobic
Puddles form moats and clouds fill the sky.

Splash, droplets hit the window,
chauffeured by the gale outside.
Squint your eyes and flash back
boats tilt starboard, with the tide.

The captain shouts to the decks, paranoid
'Clear the decks and brace for impact'
Without turbulence we are disenfranchised
Boredom becomes us when we're boring.

Shake it off and stare at the dot to dot
the residual carving of water as it slides
Another droplet falls beside it, parallel
it aligns, growling thunder overhead.

Without stirring we are robotic workforces
Without awaking we are left inside
The constructs created for us, by corporate-
conglomerate elitist-psychopaths.

Two drops of water on the window
simmer red with burning anger.
Crash lightening sears the sky
Rage becomes you, girders melt.

The starry night undercurrent, flings
us backwards, never up, as democracies
which seek to serve sink into a sea of
stocks and shares, the wall street journal

sits atop the captains lobby, economies
were meant to tumble as the working classes
fumble for bread, men in suits gaggle
and toast to the millions they left for dead.

Resistance is futile, when eighty-five
of the richest suit owners sit on currency
that was meant for the three point five
billion who aren’t driven by gluttony.