When I kiss her she just shut her eyes
Lips to lips she communicate love cries
Truth prevails to cover all hidden lies
Hard breathing just change into sighs

Taste of love flows in all blood veins
Bodies start sizzling in drizzling rains
Heart to heart talk stops working brains
All strings of love make excellent chains

My love never ever ask me about taste
Let me kiss and put my hand on waist
Time is on our side,so what is the haste
My heart is clean your' pure and chaste

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

It wasn’t a field of baby’s breath.
It was nothing like a garden of sages.
It didn’t go by like glitter in the air.
It did not feel like one for the ages.

It never made me feel like a new woman,
It certainly was not a call for confession.
It never had a gloomy effect on me,
And it didn’t lead me to obsession.

©Copyright 2014 Written and Edited by Racquel Davis

he pulls me up against his body; on fire
fangs biting and tugging at my ear
his hand sliding down my thong...

there is a feeling intertwined within the sheets
a blooming rose; a bleeding heart
soft familiarity.

he touches until i'm brought back to life.

-night 2

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cloud in the sky,
drifting, rose of
the skies, wanderer.

elation, wild heart,
sea of wild stars,
sea, incredible love.

winter sea, wilderness
and wild flowers,
stars burning the skies.

i am jealous,
because all of my
love wants you,

i am jealous,
because my beautiful
love wanted you

rippling like a stream,
sighing like a ghost,
like the waves of the sea i so love.

tonight i want the sea more
than your love, some days
my heart just longs to be wild.

tonight i will make you jealous
of the sea.

now cast aside by pyrrah’s glowing fire,
bereft and waste, his wild heart never tamed,
long flown away, burnt out upon the pyre
that winter's teary passion once inflamed.
apollo’s chariot climbs in the east,
and delphi’s altar calls with prayers and songs,
while chilly mortals long for summer’s feast
bewildered by sad winter’s sorry wrongs.
the spring draws near upon the roman shore,
and laughter fills the streams, an aerie choir,
while my new lover hammers at the door
seducing me with roses from the briar.
slow winter pulses quicken and awake,
and love, sweet love, will give and then forsake.