#enchanting
It’s bliss to sniff you,
Enchanting is your fragrance,
Fresh white Gardenia.
~ Poetictouch
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 5:46 PM UTC
A woman stands with her dearest flame
as he looks towards a view of deeper high seas
with his eyes brightening in their pale blue colors
while the pearly foam touches their feet,
pairs of hands touch one another in a silent coveting
for an hour of rest to last till they never part in their
heavenly altar, indeed, chords may toll for an opera of
the cosmos, although he still meets her sight
with his fervor in rise as carnations in waking gleam in
slower motion whilst their gardens of tenderness
come alive amongst the wastelands in a way that
is potently lucid and enchanting.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 4:09 PM UTC
I love everything about you. I love every part of your body, the way it feels, the way it moves. Your hair, no matter the color you choose, flows with such grace, framing your beauty perfectly. The gentle curve of your forehead, holding thoughts both new and familiar. Your eyebrows, delicate as the whispers of the moon, arching like a soft promise. Your grey-blue eyes, piercing yet serene, gazing into the night, reflecting the vastness of the ocean. Your ears, so delicate, like works of art, sculpted to perfection. Your nose, shaped to flawless symmetry, crinkling with every laugh. Your lips, soft and inviting, the perfect place for mine to rest. Your jaw, smooth as silk, calling out to be traced with my fingers or lips. Your neck, so tender, the perfect place for me to nuzzle and kiss, a spot to savor, perfect to wrap my hands around when you want. Strong, steady shoulders that carry the world without faltering. Your arms, capable of holding dreams yet gentle enough to embrace me with warmth. Your hands, a perfect fit in mine, fingers intertwining as we hold each other. Your delicate fingers, exploring, tracing every inch of my skin. Your ******* soft and captivating, a sensual beauty that draws me in, a perfect fit in my hands. The gentle curve of your stomach, each line and contour a story of our love, worthy of a thousand kisses. Your hips, a curve of strength and power, the ideal place to hold on to. The gentle bounce of your soft *** moving with grace and energy, mesmerizing me with every step. The soft rise of your ***** mound, perfect for teasing you with the promise of what’s to come. Your sacred space, where our rhythms blend in harmony, creating something beautiful. Your legs, long and elegant, carrying you with a poise that invites me to walk beside you. The arch of your feet, where my hands would rest, soothing away any lingering pain. I love the sounds you make. I love the way you snort when you laugh, a pure, unfiltered joy that makes me smile. Your whispers in the quiet of the night, like silk brushing against me. The excitement in your voice when you can’t wait to share something you’ve remembered. Your moans, soft yet powerful, sending shivers down my spine. I love your strength, your resilience, your ability to push through challenges with a fierce spirit. And most of all, I love that you love me, because every part of you, in all its beauty, is a treasure that I’ll always cherish.
Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 1:30 AM UTC
Softly, she ventured into the violent night of May,
Where pitch-black winter soaked her bones.
The sea, full of teeth, bit and insisted as she stood there, unmoving.
It was full of music and empty promises; she let the vastness of the agonizing waves drown her rotting body.
The sharp smell of air reeked of bitter billet-doux.
It had been her three hundred sixty-five attempts to be silent; barefoot, she waited and waited and waited.
Under the moonlight, she appeared as a ghastly ghost.
For a moment, she wondered, “Only the wicked remember the sea’s harshness and stay”—a woman personified as storm, mirroring her rage.
She is a twisted soul; death sighs at the sight of her.
The moon exhausted its entire being. “She is full of herself,” he whispered into the dark, corrupted sea.
She imprinted the sands with her unnerving gravity—she walked, and walked, and walked,
Haunted by her visions and dreams, terrorizing the melancholic earth.
Months passed—it was now September.
She’s restless; all she could do was remember.
She kept bathing in the black sea, passionately driving herself to madness.
She kept being pulled and pulled and pulled,
Until survival was no longer an option—her hair slowly being grappled into the lake of fire.
Her last remaining thoughts were of long-forgotten, enchanting, sweet eyes of his.
She dreamed of him—those big, witchery eyes of his.
She remembered, and so the sea deciphered her yearning and pulled her in.
Sep 8, 2024
Sep 8, 2024 at 5:10 PM UTC
Enchanting
Dreams of Childhood
Fantasties
Dragon's and Fairies
A Fairytale mystery
From Dwarfs that explore to
Unicorns that Soar
From the debts of the
deep seas to
The Sword of Excalibur!!
Prince and Princesses!!
Kings and Queens!!
Evil Sorcerers of All Realms of Imaginations
Unseen!!
B.R.
11/17/2022
Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 8:10 PM UTC
I loved you with a thousand words
your photo was enchanting
I wish my love returned to me
to free my soul from panting
Aug 19, 2021
Aug 19, 2021 at 2:26 AM UTC
Wizard - Caster
Forest - Dweller
Mountain - Trekker
Dragon - Slayer
Priestess - Curer
Damsel - Dreamer
Hostage - Tracker
Pendant - Stealer
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 11:50 AM UTC
Smiles and flowers live in those moments
Where love will last forever.
Memories made of enchanting things
Are held by us together.
Beautiful thoughts like lakeside shores,
Flood me everyday.
Springtime is a thought that passes,
But love resides always.
Only happiness exists these days
When thinking back to sweet times.
Like lyrics in a melody,
It sounds quite like paradise.
Honey suckles fill the air
In that field of love.
Clouds start to gather
While rain pours down
On us from up above.
Laughter is all the remains now
When thinking of the past.
The only thing that resides there now,
Is a love that will forever last.
©KSS 2012
Dec 15, 2020
Dec 15, 2020 at 11:24 AM UTC
They’re hunting me down
He tore my gown
This night was supposed to be magic
But I know now it can only end tragic
A gunshot resounds and I taste sounds
The last thing I see
Is my blood splatter on a tree
The last thing I hear
My own scream, ringing in fear
The last thing I smell
Is the dirt I hit when I fell
Warm brown eyes full of enchanting lies
Wouldn’t let go, and on this forest floor
My blood slowly dries
He wouldn’t take no
And he wouldn’t let go
So here I will fade
In a pillow of snow
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 3:54 PM UTC
In my dreams
you lead me by the hand and we run
we run to places the world is too afraid to visit
abandoned and dark.
You hold me and tell me there's no other
we dance in the rain
slip in the mud
we visit the ocean.
The moon doesn't give the ocean a rest
much like you with my heart.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 2:21 PM UTC
That pretty face with huge brown eyes,
The petit frame and soft voice,
The epitome of cleanliness and an exact mix of shyness and spice.
That immaculately done nail,
With the ladylike perfume smell.
Enchanting! Is she even human? I couldn't tell.
Perfectly fringed hair,
Walking all over with her "Belle Air"
If someone crosses her path, she wouldn't spare.
The aromatic smell of the delicious food she would cook,
Oh! I never knew The Devil could be so good.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
Poets are people,
who can express their thoughts and emotions,
through words, in the most beautiful way.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC
Like apple blossoms
Entice bees to sweetly dance
So you call to me
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
Shiny summer day
Under vast blue sky
Murmuring honey bee
Moving over velvety petals
Enchanting Melody of its existence
Reposing the joy all over in empty heaven
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
if you promise you will love him,
must he also promise he will love you?
or is it that the man gets the choose
to leave if he gets tired of the toy
he bought in the clearance section,
though the “toy” was misplaced,
and was meant to be
placed with the jewelry, the diamonds
which cost more than twice his income.
you, a priceless artifact.
you don’t deserve that kind of love.
the love that enchants you,
though it was always a one-way arrow.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 5:11 PM UTC
I write to you, to you my dear. I write now but I'll read to you soon, I hope you'll hear me then. I need to get it off my chest, words I want to express. I'll tell you three things, to express your worth to me. I hope you keep this close, to free up doubt in anytime of your life. I hope you think of me, when you read these three poems.
To you my dear, I fear that anyone who comes to know you, will discover you're true beauty. Not just looks, not just pretty eyes but a beautiful soul behind that lovely personality. I love how you care so deeply about me, seemingly so when you are troubled yourself.
To you my dear, I adore how kind you are. You see, I find myself smiling every time you do any small good thing around me. I appreciate your deepest qualities and your kindred spirit. Even when I see your inability, I can't help but adore and love you.
To you my love, the enchantment of being with you, are moments I enjoy most. Latent with so much love and chemistry, I cant wait to see where our path goes. I'm so fond of the idea of 'us', I wonder where this river flow will go.
To you
From me SS
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
We are living in a miracle
Visible to only those who take the time to ponder, wonder.
To those who come back from wonderland in a trance
High on imagination creativity would never miss a dance
A chance to set the soul free
As carefree as could be
Every moment was a miracle, mystical
Through her eyes everything was possible
The world was enchanting.
She wonders, wonders of everlasting stars
Of the way we fly through space with nothing but grace
She wonders of the pure unadulterated joy in a baby’s smile
Reminding her that it’s all worthwhile
That if you open your eyes and admire the butterflies
Painting the skies you start to realize
Every moment is a miracle beautiful
The evidence is indisputable
Every creature irremovable exceptional
Every snowflake exclusive
Every second elusive
Every mountain valley and stream
The air that we breathe
Thoughts that lie beneath
The blood in our veins
And the complexity of human brains
Explain the fluidity of humanity
Every atom is a miracle
Enchantingly subtle
So take a step back slow down
Look around I promise the world won’t disappoint.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
In your eyes I see where yonder lies
And delicate lips with rosy cheeks
Strewn with hair darker than new moon nights
Along a gaze plenty beguiling
A daughter of dulcet and regal
A fine niece for noble and faithful
To whom Aphrodite humbly kneels
Always your smile transcends enchanting.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC