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Sweeter than honey.
Sweeter than sugar.
You're my sweetner.

Sure it sounds a liitle strange to some.
Just remember, you're my number one.
What more needs to be said?

Trust worthy more than anyone I know.
This guy loves you so.
What more needs to be stated?

Why lose someone great?
Just to realize your mistake.
Why hurt someone good?
To see worse come upon you?
What more needs to be said?

Think of the great qualities about your lover.
And you'll discover more than you thought possible.
Yes, what more needs to be?

When you're aware you got a great person?
 Oct 2012 Ruby Watson
Daytonight
I'll weave my spell
cook up a brew
carve a jack o lantern
all just for you.

And later tonight
with my long broomstick
I will fly us o'er the moon
and I won't be quick.

I'll dance in the moonlight
your name will be my chant
take your breath like a succubus
making you only able to pant.

On Halloween my magic I'll use
my love spell will be complete
as I charm you all night
as you are my trick or treat.
 Oct 2012 Ruby Watson
Daytonight
Stepping fresh from the shower
my eyes lock with yours
my only covering a towel
you are the first to look away
but only because
your gaze follows droplets
that are slowly making there way
over every curve.

My breath catches in my throat
as your gaze seems to have
turned on the furnace
and I am now on fire,
I can't help but watch
as your eyes widen with wonder
the towel slipping slowly to the floor
and you swiftly advance
to take me in your arms
kissing away what breath remains.

We move together in love's oldest dance
hearing a beat only our hearts know
at first the rhythm is slow and
the music is sweet
as if a waltz were playing gently
yet as the dance continues
it somehow becomes more tribal
more sultry and animalistic
increasing the pace of our steps
yet still moving in rhythm as one.

As the music reaches its zenith
we once again gaze deeply
into each other's eyes
held captive for that moment in time
and as we cling to each other
drinking from passion's nectar
we tenderly sway with each other
wanting to prolong the magic.
I must state right at the outset
that I’ve never actually been
on a female poet
or even underneath or inside one.
But I thought about this
seriously
at a poetry reading once
when a particularly sensitive
and gentle girl read her poetry
and I wondered how well
the delicacy of her ideas
and subtlety of her poem
would translate into
the carnal and profane.

It was sensuous to think about this
and savor some wine
with her afterwards.
I felt distinctly like
a priapic, dangerous Dionysius,
or a satyr sizing up a nymph.

But I licked my lips and
said I liked her poem,  
then I knocked off the wine instead.
Dark cloud, consort of the rain,
billowing, dense, phantasmagoric, apparition,
             shift--
                     make me a
                     foamy bed, to rest,
                     and a smoky lyre,
                      to make music,
                      give me wings,
                      for my imagination to soar,
                             find me my true love for ever-
                              the ****** white clad maiden of the cloud,
                                the starry eyed angel;
                                  just let me
                                         hover around
                                              with you
                                                       for ever.
So amazing.
So divine.
So beautiful.
So wonderful.
Things that make up the person you are.

Lovely you.
You're an institution that's established.
I guess you're the reason for my bad habit.
Which is centered totally around you.

The things.
The things I wouldn't do for you.
 Oct 2012 Ruby Watson
Harsh
Vodka
 Oct 2012 Ruby Watson
Harsh
The reason why,
he will never forget,
and
I will never remember,
our first kiss.
This poem is the sole property of me and cannot be copied or used without permission. [Copyright G.H. Rodrigo 31/10/2011]
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