Yesterday we stood in the shadowy mist unformed all about was wonder mixed with uncertainty the
Tiny lights touched the soul and as they did they burst with enlightenment it would be like a wand that
Contended with life’s atmosphere a filter that replaced impurities and its power was unique it was
A cross wind that became infectious when it absorbed those around you it to purified from these
Kindred ones and like new snow they fall gently and then with the rising wind they drift into banks that
Create comfort and in this particular sense if you were forced to defend yourself in a situation at the
Most opportune moment when you might be undone by this and become hateful and mean a soft and
Gentle soul comes into your life and allows you to Bearup and then the unthinkable takes place your
World is up ended the life you know as a church going family stops without warning you go
From sleeping on a church pew at five to setting on a chair in a loud boisterous tavern setting
Your dad still brings men to their knees not by lovely prayer but by fists that strike and strike
Until you stand and watch as a man’s knees buckle and Buck goes down but my before
Mentioned friend will be an influence on the whole of your life if you are forced to take some
One down you don’t do it as a mean thing but as a just thing by following that philosophy I
Made a friend out of a life time minor enemy always fighting he and his brothers but in gas
Station by given mercy after victory a new friendship emerged two streets now without
Animosity went most places together what brighter light in the firmament can there be than
Peace but to think you can achieve this entirely by entreaty of kind and sensible words are error
At times only force can speak to another mind that is consumed with selfish contention the goal
Is the same and will restore sanity to the one who is lost all reason no man will find right living
Without the most essential ingredient and that is to find the sacred opposite that was created
To be anchor and author this is the Donna of the most compelling of all lessons where the birds
Of the most southern regions live with plumage of purist white the arresting the confession and
Surrender spreads their wing gathers to the nest though brittle are the branches joy emanates
Across vast regions water and land where otherwise would be inhospitable the song is heard of
Nightingale the turtle doves lonely mournful cooing attracts the soul like a magnet man is
Afforded the greatest gift through ethereal sublime qualities he can with ease live life and be
Transformed by love no other agent holds this power it distils aggression removing far away its
Rough and dislikable features a team unbeatable a genteel women and a gentle caring man

Still broken down and reeling.
I saw her in crowded room.
She made me nervous,
till I caught my breath.

Every love poem in the past year,
owe a special kind of thanks to her,
To the one of unmatched beauty.
Sultry eyed with a cute gleam of a smile.

She complimented me, then said I was "intimidating".
Honestly that honesty surprised me.
I am me, Mr. Nice-Guy finishing last.
being five nine and a half never inspired fear before.

Drunk at a party, I wouldn't hit on her.
So many people do that with their liquid courage.
That would be an insult to her.
So I did the hardest thing to do, Nothing.

This isn't poetry, this isn't a love story.
This is a tragedy that burns rather slowly.
Though as I wait, I hope that to be a lie.

evening alights, finding love
assailing poetry's tongue;
kissing parchment's fragility
fluent in dark of night, resonating
deep within her heart

and...

curlicues of light stream in
facets; shone upon her soul
as whispers beckon in song;
twining body and mind in things
unforgotten, eyes bedazzled
in poetic grace

fore...

love prevails in the wisp of
time; leaving heart to vibrate,
as he articulates to an open
heart, breathing her space;
tracing the poetic beauty of
her face

I watch him; beneath veiled stare,
calming his visible quivers; as he
masks desire in slow breaths,
lips tremble beggary evident with
tease

tongue flicks awaiting a scintilla of
moisture; I squirm in anticipation,
he's on his knees, eyes light up with
devourment

ache arises with heat of yearn; tongue
brushes skin; teeth nibble and breath
quickens snaring me within ecstasies
storm

captured within his gaze, one finger
slowly outlines lips as hand travels length
of thigh slowly enticing, hornily inviting as
muskiness enthralls

and...

I become addicted to his slow teasing;
every curve finger lollygags easing them
one at a time in creamy deluge; to mouth
I bring them tasting me

frenzied...

screaming his name as tip of tongue finds
my ache begging for release; lust filled
moans escape, arching against his
throb; rising hips, meeting each ******

piercing...

deeper, letting him in; riding his rhythm;
ignited in his burn, drawn into sweet
ecstasy

surrendering...

in slow motion...

loved profoundly...

watching him sultrily...

hunger no longer veiled...

hands stain me soft;
fingertips graze

teasing...

gentle caresses urge
slide; tingle cascade
along spine

titillating...

firmness pulses deep,
seeping a sweet
shameless spill;
bathe in awakened
flesh

trembling...

whimpers escape,
wrapped soft in
masculinities arch

whispering...

tongue traces lobe
a slow taste; in
carnal hunger

where...

minutes tick easing
in out of velvet folds

him....

darkness settles around me,
mind enshrouded by wicked
voices; repeating the same
phrase over and over again,
you should have never let him
love you...you should have
never let him love you

heartbroken...

in the dark that surrounds
a heart beating for him,
hoodwinked by lies, even as
he laid by my side; loving
me pretensely in the dark

professed his love would
never die; but, yet, I'm
left alone in the dark crying,
those broken promises, now
in shadow; casting silhouettes
of you and I in the back of my
mind against a barren wall

and...

sleep derail efforts to forget;
fore, dreams loom in dark
crevices of my heart as I'm
left alone to wither in the dark.

I met him at an audition; he kept staring at me,
I walked over introduced myself; he said he's
a musician, told him I could help with is dickion
and he whispered; I want to sip the fluency of your
elegance, in which, I smiled all giddy inside; pulled
him close and said are you wanting to luxuriate in
lips pout, he said; yes and his eyes engraved me
in his soul

he stepped back; licked my lips and flushed,
embraced love's fidgeting, bestirred in gasped
hunger he held me like a lover in a dream;
clinging to the edge of silent beggary's urgency,
I touched his heat, knew immediately I wanted
him pendulating above femininities heat

so, I coaxed him with an aubade; whispering moist
in want; his euphony he'd written upon parchment
of my heart, without thought I wanted to give in to
masculinities desire to taste and sip as he pleased

but, I held him off for awhile wanting to get to know
more of him, not wanting just a physical allurement,
eyeing him in my mind to take in the scope of his
aura; weeks passed before I would allow him to do
more than just kiss me, the physical attraction was
too strong to wait for entanglements pleasure, the
want to linger in the delicacy of us; on one of those
misty balmy still of night's; I just grasped at passion's
threshold; to drown in our muted moans

as he'd explore pout of silken lips; tasting me
as I'd taste him we savored each other's hunger
taking our time, enjoying each nook and cranny of
him and I, tongue traced my trembles from its
eruptive point between wet thighs; I  had to flip our
script so, I could taste his milky spillage as well; like
fingerprints upon thigh, we glided in out, back and
front of our hungered want of one another; sighing
in unison laying paused and breathless, our rhythm
leaves us arched in each other's curve, tasting;
losing control

frenzied, breathless in softness of sigh's every
stroke of ecstasy, lost in the rapture of love; each
kiss from head to toe told a story of love lust and
hunger, hopefully for eternity; as the days grew long
and nights got shorter, we couldn't do without one
another; one day out of the blue he popped the
question and without a doubt I said; yes!