summer nights
fairy lights
women rights
skinny tights
we ended up with
lovers' fights

plain as day
you took away
a sunshine ray
left me with
no words to say

feelings fade
a girl's parade
to hold her head high
and hide the mess you made

Slippery tentacles swirl,
overlapping each other
in eagerness,
engulfing,
embracing,
the others.

To be mindless
clay thoughts
clumping, and
separating
with the tide.

Slimy, as seaweed
but smoother, and yet
bumpier
as well.

Slipping, sliding,
simple thoughts of
embrace,
simple arms of the
octopus.

Beautifully written,  full of passion, are our songs of love
they sway with tenderness,  ripe with emotions
so tender are the nights, a kiss for a kiss, lips for lust
a description of the two joined are fused together
a rhythmic heartbeat forms the song, written from
lips of passion, a kiss can inspire  hearts of words
written from a poet to join a song ..

The soft kiss of song, just a slight peck please
its sweet and polite and lets you know it cares
they smile at each other as the song develops
so sweet, the smile touches the others words,
its nice to know to these words
can inspire a song ...

The harder kiss, with the song open slightly
rubbing each other together, no tongue is given
a more sentimental touch of words that makes
the body shiver, when the tingle flows to the toes
its nice to know the song is almost perfect,
that it can move one to tears ...

Last is the french kiss that brings full explosion
the words build up to mouths wide open,
massaging of tongues builds the song of love
to lust, and each holds the other, with no letting go
this kiss is never wrong, as the song builds the kiss
to bring our hearts to write that passionate song...

Debbie Brooks 2014

It hurts my head to miss you
It hurts my heart to kiss you
I just can't seem to win.

when liquid starlight formed
in his eyes
and trickled into
the formed cracks in my palm,
I was no longer sure
if I was his moon
or just a cast reflection.