#making-love
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*Poems. Leave a special subtle fleur
lingering around. In colours they
live. In auras of poets. They're
born. They turn. They dye.
The world. And die.
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In the middle Earth we'd love
and cherish our liberated
slick yearnin's. Limbs.
Craving caresses.
Demanding
more.
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I'd kiss you like a crazy
flutterby. Levitating
upon your body.
In pleasure.
You. . .Me
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Endless words stream from
your radiant thoughts.
Laser swords are no
match to describe.
How you Scribe.
Vital. Sensual.
Invitations.
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My eyes sip you. Wordless.
You purr. In my palms.
Lustful breaths.Dim
Light. Pressed. Lit
Flames. Are we.*
Together.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
i.
Her apparition with me
With me intertwined;
With me seeith
She's mine queen, mine wife, she's mine.
ii.
Her specter is the atmosphere
Betwixt I cross on through;
The devil's scurry, when they seeith us lurking
For ourn amare is on the move.
iii.
We hath none shoe's
Ourn feet art bare and ****
Were tribal's, upon the sky's arrival, making love upon cloud dunes.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
i.
Thither soon
The harvest Moon;
September, mine month of birth
Me and mine Reyna shalt swoon.
ii.
Asunder the leaves
Through the fall lit tree's;
Me and mine dame
Shalt gyrate the amour that we bleed.
iii.
The moon to be red
Ourn eye's to giveth vision's;
Of me and mine sweet Jane
Making love in celestial kitchen's.
iv.
On the grass
In the sea of thought;
Ourn affection unearhtly
Not to be store bought.
v.
Ourn headdress
Made from peacock quill;
A medicine woman and man
shaman of autochthonous skill.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 9:59 AM UTC