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A­wakens the senses....

Captivates the eye with a unique flair, like a skilled artist on the stage-a great dancer, a supreme actor, an athletic acrobat, an experienced musician, an engaging orator, a gifted singer, a heavenly choir
Entices the nose to imagine the hint of various scents, soothing or disturbing, and often blends different aromas into peculiarity
Touches the heart, mind, soul and skin--when it is spot on, perhaps with shivers, or perhaps with warmth
Teases the tongue to taste the words, salty, sour or sweet, vaguely satisfying, sometimes mystifying
Pounds on the eardrum to listen to its beat, at times, offbeat, at times, in perfect rhythm
 Nov 2013 Mike T Minehan
Icould
Want
 Nov 2013 Mike T Minehan
Icould
I want to be, your number one
I want to be your late night thoughts
I want to be the reason you lose sleep
It's selfish, I know, but it's what I want

I want to be the reason for your excitement
I want to be the one you cry over
I want to be the one you laugh with
I want to be the one you long to touch and hold
I want to be the one you tell others about
when you are talking about, things you love

I want to be to their wish upon a shining star
i want to be their birthday wish
i want to be their unspoken prayer

i want you
and i want you to want me too
A dash of personality
Two teaspoons of wishfull thinking
A sprinkle of beauty
A sprits of humor
Is all you need
You'll fall in love an then you'll see
All you needed was a bit of conifidence
Of which you got from me
I promise you can have all of me,
all the broken i love you’s,
all the first last forever and always’ s.
You can have all the moments that never lasted
I still remember the love left behind
Don't try to figure me out,
just take me for what they’ve made of me,
Scars and bruises on a heart that gives no guarantee.
Heres all of me, all that I could be
And I hope it’ll be enough
Cause this is all that’s left of me.
What didn’t **** me, it never made me stronger. It’s supposed to but it didn’t. It made me build a wall so high that no one can climb it. This isn't being strong, being strong is when you can take risks and love freely. This is being afraid, afraid of the lessons you failed to learn.
You were my first.  
You taught me how to play.
You showed me the ins and outs of love.
Equipped  me with the knowledge I have today.
Your breath on my neck gave me chills
as you opened up a new world of thrills.
Touch here
Kiss there
That look in your eyes
That feeling you gave me made me feel I could fly.
Your nails scratching at my skin
oh how I do enjoy this sin.
 Oct 2013 Mike T Minehan
marina
i want saturday mornings to always smell like
black coffee and your cologne

i want to wake up before the sun rises
and walk around in wool socks, sing elvis presley
under my breath because i'll never admit it
but when i fell for you it was relentlessly and without
inhibition and
                          i just
                                     could not
                                                   help myself

i want to carry two mugs back to bed instead of just
one and i want to be there when you wake up
slowly
i've got it so bad but he's really precious when he sleeps and it's all his fault
 Oct 2013 Mike T Minehan
Adel
he is beautiful;

like the way the sky is right now
with hazy dust stars and the light in dark clouds
with the lunar eclipse and the radiance
and that pretty shadows beneath the moonlight

like the way the ocean is right now
with blue-turquoise water that illuminated by the sun
with gradient color in the horizon
and blue shades and the breeze

like the way the galaxy is right now
filled by billion stars and pastel dust
with the stunning mist and enchanting lights
out of limit with no gravity

he is beautiful,
and *just beautiful.
 Oct 2013 Mike T Minehan
emily
so it would seem that we have both been yearning, the eager entanglement of our loose limbs leaves me just a little drunk, forgive me for my clumsy fingers & breathless gasps.  i am dizzy with the weight of your lips, kissing me tongue-deep, awash in your scent & splendor.  i cannot get enough of you, now that you dared tell me you loved me beneath the starry-eyed blanket of nightfall, clasped in your radiant warmth & body heat, while the wild things sang.  here, intertwined within a mess of quilts, we are learning each other’s flawed perfection.  i do not apologize for my soft stomach or the sea of scars laddering my legs, & you breathe that i am beautiful.  there is no cocktail of chemicals beating through my blood tonight, only the weight of your body on my body & the poetry of us.
Her funky , modish,  lingerie on a clothesline hung to dry,
doesn't bring to mind any wild imagery,
he just sees that: an undergarment
decency wouldn't permit to make an exhibit like this,
"My God!" he realizes with a shock"The midlife crisis has already started"
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