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 Dec 2014 Madeleine Dawn
Jack
~Marmalade skies~



one spoon at a time they feed

the morning horizon

Soft offerings of color

picked ripe from the vine



~Cantaloupe dreams~



a small slice of moon

the dawn’s crescent smiles on me

with a Cheshire grin

cocked slightly to the side



~Plum pudding blankets~



suspended above life, moving slowly

but coming of the day

as alarms break the solitude

nestled in down pillows



~Raspberry whispers~



singing the scent

of the fresh sunrise dew

on wishes coated in sparkling splendor

and footprints beyond the gate



~Nectarine blessings~



sweet on my lips

beneath an orchard arbor

I hold you close of my morning

and taste the bounty of your love
I woke to an early Texas sunrise with a bright crescent moon still glowing in the western sky.
My mind flutters,
A dainty butterfly...
Disquiet even over a nectarine pie,
Oft times the color allures;
A serrated edge attracts,
The stamen invite;
A pollinic conversation...
Little resting respite!

My mind flutters,
A distracted butterfly...
Does she not know;
She shall starve...
Concentration deprived,
Unable to trace the scent of the elixir;
That shall hold her high!?
Of late I am finding it very difficult to concentrate / focus on any task that I am entitled to do. I am trying very hard to press my mind to focus, but have not been successful as yet.
Lack of concentration is frustrating and threatening at the same time.
You created a monster
The night you stiched my bleeding wounds
You gave me all I could ever desire, hope, or dream to possess

Shyly I sipped this ***** water
From your calloused hands
And as I slowly grew
I towered over you
And your jealousy began

I built you this pedestal
From which you bravely stand

It's time now
To tear it down
And throw you in the sinking sand

You attained your dominance as a gift
Wrapped in the rotting flesh of my withered heart
But I used you up
And drank you dry
And now we must depart

Now I walk above the ground
Where I buried your bones
As we say goodbye
I now rise
To claim your blood stained thrown
Gift wrapped,
so softly,
she
wishes
the touch of her lips
to fall upon his deepest dreams .

Gilded,
so delicately,
she
wants
memories of her fingers
to join his own on naked skin .

Smoothly,
so wholly,
she
welcomes
thoughts of his arms
wrapped around her.

Beribboned,
so temptingly,
she
wafts
scents of her hair
into his every waking moment.

Spoken,
so softly,
she
whispers
words of her heart
to ease his longing
from afar.

Wantonly,
she waits.
Inspired by Snow Patrol ... "even in the darkness, I can see how happy you are"
Gift wrapped,
and colorful we come,
to hide our,
demons,
within,
the ugly truth lies inside,
behind the makeup,
behind the lies,
vanity,
exposed,
used,
unfair,
where oh where to begin?
as hard as plastic,
and as cold as ice,
we the creatures of sin.
How can I simplify these
ineffable words
imprisoned in my heart?

How can I gift wrap these
profound emotions
and place them your hands?

How can I find the valor
in my brittle spine
to tell you that I crave you
(want you; need you)?

How can I keep the image of
my mundane face
in your eccentric mind?

How will I know that when I return
I will be able to drown
in the entirety of your existence?

I need to know that what I feel
isn't simply for naught.
I’m reaching for one last glance
(touch; kiss).

I will be waiting (for you)
to unravel this uncertainty
and have what life so remorselessly
threw at me in the smallest of quantities.

darling, wait for me.
 Dec 2014 Madeleine Dawn
Styles
Your fragrance lingers
between my fingers
ran through your rivers
stone cold shivers
curled your toes quivers
chills shaking pillars
 Dec 2014 Madeleine Dawn
Styles
The release; so powerful; sometimes to feel alive: all you need is a reminder:

His guiding hand:supplying the demands to the upper-hand, across her belly button, to forbidden; lands. Parted  lips, her pink folds;dragging his hands down. Working each other: we ain’t fooling around; our bodies, over time. Dripping wet with desire.

Her reaching back; she leaned back. Over the edge; of the bed. standing *****. Picture perfect; she’s holding her breath, as he’s kissing on her neck, her breast, focused on her ******, the left. Right in my mouth. Long ponytail, pulled to the left. She is wet, under there, her underwear - pulled to the side, exposing her underhair; shaved bare, under there.

Fingers wrapped around him. Looking hard, she found it; tugging on it. Him pushing his luck got her pressing her lips against him. Pulling his belt out of way; biting his lips, he’s tensing. She, kiss as she play. looking a certaining way; tempting how she tempts him. She’s over the top, and its so overwhelming.

She’s all touched, from touching it; so fortunate, her *******, soaking wet, juices flowing. Wet spots, he’s all over it. Exposing her ****; to his fingertips: with his index; ******* next. Started working her slow, building up to raw ***. Pressure building, rising her chest. She’s worked up; trying to get off. Giving it our best. Her waistline, being pumped from behind, so smooth; the finest wine. Unsatisfiable rhythm, keeping them inline. Holding onto her waist, he’s so online; bending backwards, pleasuring each other, every time. Some may come and go, but they come together every single time.

He’s feeling it: the way its feeling, feels so good - a burning sensation: her  tenderness subduing his manhood; all is well, so it must good. Movement, with quickness, once his hips shifts, its motion sickness. Stroking his egos, increasing his stiffness, filling her deep. She’s clenching him, tighten, tighter. The feeling of him growing, she’s feeling him insider. Their wet bodies, skins glistening in the their fire.
 Dec 2014 Madeleine Dawn
Pride Ed
Prophetic as a
lake-effect tempest,
an unnerving
November howls like
a dying animal.
The sound rattles
the houses,
and shake
the skeletal trees;
they hunger for
warmth
through emaciated
limbs as they
brush against my
rufescent face.

I survey the
frost of the broken
valley.
In death
the surroundings
seethe in
white as my
blood pools and
congeals with the
waste of the rivers.
Yet another poem for a prompt contest on allpoetry. ^_^
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