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Your my universe. I hope you know,
Your the earth beneath my feet
Supporting my every need
Your the sun high above
Refreshing me every morning
With your warmful glow
Your the moon above my head
Illuminating the way
Your the stars shooting across the sky
Attempting to reach me to make
My dream come to fruition.....
Today I woke a happy fellow
Saw dancing daisies in the meadow
The sun was up to greet me so
With golden smile all aglow
Its rays of light of sparkling bliss
Did plant upon my cheek a kiss
Then wrapped me in warmful embrace
And set my beating heart apace
For springtime's grace has superseded
Savage winter which we heeded
Its colours blend a joyful soul
With heavenly palms we extol
The beautiful spring that whispers love
That fits my hand just like a glove
Today I am a happy fellow
Dancing daisies in the meadow
This was my 1st ever Print: Published in Cabin Fever Vol.3 Spring Fever Edition produced by Beth Callon. Argenta, British Columbia. (Settlement in Canada)

Beth can be found on Instagram @flowerpeoplefarm

Copyright Joshua Reece Wylie 2021
Diána Bósa  Sep 2016
Hush
Diána Bósa Sep 2016
Losing the right to
occupy space I became
unanchored to this

flesh prison of mine.
Even my words lost in the
wind, but not to you.

Silencing the sound
of voices here, in my head
and beyond let me

exist in your state
of stillness. And let me count
the remaining time

of mine only by
the warmful beating of your
trusted, word clock-heart.
Travis Green May 2023
He is the creamiest, sweetest prince
That has me trapped in myriad ecstatic trances
Immersed in his sensuality and spectacularity
My smooth splashy smash
His radiant tasty manliness holds me spellbound

So beardiful, smartful, and warmful
His heavenly youthful lips are where dreams come true
His angelic incandescent eyes are
The long-sought hypnotic destination that I crave to reach
I wish for us to speak with each other with our minds

Arouse one another with the wild, white-hot, and igniting fire
That burns in our inner worlds
The measureless pleasure of his freshness and incredibleness
Has me in seventh heaven, aching to steal away
Into the stellar electrifying night

To delight in the premium seamless brilliance
Of dreamy comprehensible invention
I am helpless in the presence of warm, loving majesticness
My far-out high-octane knight

I desire to dive into his shameless spicy tide
Of unrestrained game-changing passion
To feel his immaculate masculine hands all over me
I collapse into his physically gratifying majesty

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