bring no sad song here or near
our haven darling
no cold winds
just the silken folds
the smile I first saw those lips
the woven truths of love's first bliss
blushing through
the first soft kiss
of lips
on mine

love is
no Where

love is
noW here

sensual is the casual touch of life's playground
the back of a hand on a thigh
a lip on an earlobe
an eye to eye rush
a cry sounded out
from blue seascapes to misty  mountains
from the tops of trees to the burrows of furry things
night and day onward rushes
with sensuality
touch soft and hardnesses in the dark
frittered forces familiar
to every two four eight legged
finned
bipedal and quadri and non
forever
it gives birth to life

You already have my heart.
And though I’m not dapper

enough to wear one, my body
is yours at the drop of a hat.

My mind, too, belongs to you:
before you even read them,

these lines are yours to open.
Slide a finger beneath the seam;

undo me with a concupiscent flick.
Spill me onto the bed. Take me in.

You’ve read me before.
Tonight, read me closer.

I wish i were a weapon======
Given a choice
I'd surely be a harmless bow and arrow ===>>>
But a surefire one...like those of Cupid's ===>>>
When released==>>>and aimed==>>> towards your body
My feelings ===>>> my energies ===>>>
Shall ride with its trajectory=====>>>>>
To be implanted in your body
Like a micro chip, buried inside your flesh...
Inconspicuous, as a coin on the ground...lost in  
A mesh...or the bullet of a magical laser gun,
No sounds....no pain, ===
Targeted towards your heart <3
My face...my love...my smile
Would be resting deep inside,
................occupying space
...................to claim your love
Deprive me not of your precious love,
I aim not, to deprive you of your precious life,
I mean to enhance our lives, for our hearts, to jibe<3
              <3 <3 <3


Sally

Copyright February 11, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

to be myself that funny feeling
within the crying baby what do you
think of me in this
crying sobbing
supposed to be strong
the willing dreams the night
how do you feel to
see me vulnerable
and weak
I play the G-string
on my guitar make it sing
and cry        for  you  only

i liked it better
when love was a lovely rose
not a prickly thorn
when you carried soft eyes for me
and not a heart of stone

You send the rain
and the Earth drinks.

But our thirst for love
you quench with fire.

Walking in the cold rain
Alone and
Going nowhere
Just hiding tears in raindrops

Always dreaming of being lost
Lost and then
The endless fall
The gasping awakening

But always the rain will end
And sunrise
Put an end
To the cruelty of night

And life will begin in warmth
And hope
Blossoms into
The sweetest softest petals

                                           By Phil Roberts