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In warm embrace of summer's night,  
She sleeps alone, bathed in moonlight.  
The sheets still damp from love's embrace,  
Now hold the echo of her trace.

Her skin, aglow with passion's sheen,  
Reflects the dreams where she has been.  
An open window, curtains sway,  
Invites a breeze to gently play.

It whispers through the midnight air,  
A tender touch that finds her there.  
Like fingertips on harp strings light,  
It strums her chords in silent flight.

The cello's bow across her soul,  
Draws out the notes that make her whole.  
Vibrato sighs and long-held tones,  
Resound within her, deep and lone.

The breeze becomes her lips, her tongue,  
A haunting melody unsung.  
Her body, tuned to night's refrain,  
Responds to each emotive strain.

Cool air upon her moist warm skin  
Ignites a fire that burns within.  
Her rivers flow, a passionate tide,  
As senses stir and dreams collide.

Half-waking in this sweet suspense,  
She savors every reverence.  
Is this the wind or her return?  
Do phantom hands make senses yearn?

Lost between slumber and the dawn,  
She wonders if she's truly gone.  
Was it the breeze that touched her so,  
Or just a memory's gentle glow?
Darkness creeps, a heavy, silent shroud,
Enveloping my soul, a mournful cloud.
Frantic, cold, I search drawers wide,
Pills my sole solace, survival's wild ride.

Anti-depressants stare, empty, bare,
Desperation grips, no refuge there.
The nightstand jerks with a forceful sway,  
Scattered remains of emptiness lay.  

But in the chaos, our feather lies—  
Goldfinch quill, a sharp surprise.  
Black as night, like my sorrow’s blight,  
Yet golden glints hold memories bright.

I sink back, sweat stained silk slides on skin,  
Coldness seeps slowly within.  
Curled fetal tight, the tears cascade,  
A storm that no memory can evade.

Yet memories rise—a forest fair,  
Blooming wildflowers scent the air.  
Through filtered light, we walked unseen,  
Our steps soft under leaves’ green sheen.

She found the feather, bold and slight,  
“Look,” she smiled, “it’s our love’s light.”  
“Like you,” she laughed, “a fierce gold flame,  
Unbroken strength, and spirit’s claim.”  

At water's edge, we undulate,
Lips meet, bodies entwine, love creates.
Wet skin tingles, to our feather’s trace,
Legs gently open --
A sweet, secret place.

Reality pulls, the cold seeps through,  
Back and *** ache, stiffness breaking through.  
Time lost, darkness gathers, depression's sway,
Minutes or hours, endless disarray.
Clutching our feather, memories sweet I breathe,
Yet, beneath love's scent, depression’s blade, unsheathed.

Depression's shadows creep, darkness claims space,
Our feather's comfort, fading grace.
Defeated, armor shed, lace silk unfolds,
Transparent whispers, love told.
Soft stained fabric slides, silk underwear released,
Vulnerability unveiled, depression's dark gold.

Naked, exposed, lying still, curtains closed,
Darkness envelops ----
Weightless, sinking, water's gentle grasp,
Slowly submerged, darkest pass.
Eyes closed, descending, beneath waves,
Depression's undertow, heart enslaves.

Silence --
But through the depths, her whisper calls,  
“You are strong, though darkness falls.”  
A feather’s grace, love’s healing might,  
Even as shadows steal the light.
She stands where autumn wind and lake collide,  
its whispers trace her curves in soft ballet.  
Her blouse pressed tight, it frames her quaking frame.  

A moan escapes; the love that she must abide,
as hair veils trembling lips that long to stay.  
The wild wind plays, yet stirs a deeper flame.  

Wind howls, her skirt rises, her heart inside,
its breath explores secrets bared to foreplay.  
Her chest revealed, she shivers, soft and tame.  

She opens wide, her body greets the skies,  
Waves repeat, with rhythm's gentle interplay.
The wind recedes; she calls her fleeting name.  

Her arms enfold the ache she cannot flee,  
a whispered ghost of love she cannot see.
Through sultry silken mists, I wander, lost in desire,
as morning's fiery kiss awakens the earth's sweet fire.
The air is heavy with secrets; I sip dew's sweet wine,
and savor the taste of her, my lips still tingling with the sign—
a longing that lingers, a hollow ache that echoes with each sigh

I know this path, where her silhouette unwinds,
a serpentine embrace, stone by stone.
The trees, like sentinels of hushed secrets,
their leaves a whispering veil, our wet skin made known

Her hair, like Fall, lays a veil of auburn leaves,
soft as tears that nourish the earth.
Where roots and shadows intertwine,
her essence mingles, a sweet rebirth  

I close my eyes, and her gaze enfolds,
warm breath tracing my skin's tender folds.
The fog caresses me, a sensual embrace,
blouse and shorts fall as leaves, I let her memory find her place

Last night, our scents became as one,
a drip of honey on love’s mound
this morning, unwashed, I carry her still—
a sacred musk, our souls now bound

The cool air stirs with nature's gentle sigh,
slowly parting my sticky legs, to catch her passionate cry,
Lungs draw in deep the wild musk's sweet fire,
a hidden pulse my body fuels with desire

I sink into the leaf-carpeted ground,
dew flows within, soothing my every desire.
As fog and earth finds our scent,
my wetness flows with nature's intent.

In fog's embrace, her memory unfurls,
our scents, our dreams, mingle, then soar;
the earth's pulse beats beneath my flushed skin,
as my breath kindles the forest's glow within.

The rush of water, her sultry sighs—
a lover's serenade, sweet and clear;
I close my eyes, swept away by lush tones,
each caress a memory I hold dear.

But morning's fire will melt this misty veil,
and her faint trace will dissolve into light.
My body, flush with memories that prevail,
will face the day with a jade-like, shadowed trail

For what is life without her radiant love,
if only nature whispers our hidden truth—
two souls adrift like autumn leaves that fall,
our brief, glimmering, lost youth.
A single text from her, "I need to see you,"
Draws me through the night,
A moth to her flame, heart unsure.
Have I failed her somehow?
Love poured freely, space given wide,
Yet her desires, like wind, shift and hide.

Her apartment, a hushed, expectant space,
Save the flicker of candlelight,
And the distant splash of cleansing rite.
Nerves prickle, a hesitant, aroused pace
Leads me towards the bedroom's soft embrace.

Emerging from the bath, a goddess born,
Her skin aglow, in candlelight adorned.
Frozen, I stand, breath caught in my throat,
A fleeting moment, a precious note.
This fragile snowflake, unique and bright,
Etched forever in the memory's night.

Sensing my awe, she moves with feline grace,
Lioness eyes, a smile upon her face.
Gentle hands she erases all lingering fear,
Melting our souls, drawing us ever near.
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.
Raindrops drum a bebop beat,
her gaze captures my upbeat,
a melody sharp, serene.
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.


Violin strings trace her form,
curves where water carves and warms,
a rhythm fierce, yet pristine.
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.


Her damp dress clings, whispers low,
silken notes the rain disclose,
each chord awakens a dream.
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.


Lightning strikes, my heart takes flight,
her song drowns the storm’s delight,
my forte rises to come clean
Glorious sight, my soul's seen.
Stars shimmer in the predawn night
A mountain lake awaits, her cool waters beckoning

I quickly shed all my clothes
Feeling the chill of the air
But I don't shiver - I'm ready to dive in, to surrender to her

Dawn's early gray peaks at the horizon
I plunge into her cold embrace
The rush of the water invigorates me
A shallow dive, my wet cheeks greeting the morning air

Stars begin to fade
I start my stroke
Muscles warming, I kick like a spring frog
Water ebbs and flows through my body
Like a Bach Adagio, slow and serene

I brush my hip with my hand on each stroke
I feel wet skin
My skin
No suit

Pinks and purples, a sonnet of color, grace the sky
I roll over on my back, chest above the water
Cool breeze whispers over my *******
Water caressing my skin
Aware of this fleeting moment
This glorious sunrise never to be seen again

Morning sun chases away dawn's colors
I quicken my pace, feeling my shoulders ache
Mind starts to wander, blocking the pain

What if everyone could experience this swim?
Becoming one with nature
Comfortable living in their skin
No hate, no depression

Morning has arrived
As I reach the shore, legs wobbly and head spinning
I stand looking at the sky, feeling grateful to be alive
Memories of this swim, a treasure to cherish
I smile -I am a swimmer
Pre-dawn's breath stirs, a sweet, gentle sigh,
A crescent moon hangs low and near.
Grass welcomes me, cool, soft, and deep,
The world feels hushed, in a peaceful sigh,
Dew-kissed and fragrant, a chill I bear,
A secret song the shadows keep.

Night wind, I pray — bring love to me,
A warmth to chase away the chill.
Through rustling leaves and swaying trees,
With whispers soft, caress, set free.
Let time stand still, and my heart be still,
Lost in your bliss, just you and me.

A sky of stars, a million eyes,
Each spark a story yet untold.
I bare my soul, my longing plea,
The summer leaves in rhythm rise,
Their rustling song, a sight to behold,
A symphony just for me.

Morning dew, like diamonds gleam,
Each drop a promise, pure and free.
The breeze, a touch upon my face,
It swirls and dances, a lover's dream,
Your gentle touch, a sweet memory,
A memory I can't replace.

Oh, wind, you've seen my life unfold,
You've touched me with your gentle care.
Yet still, I yearn for you to be,
A lone star shines, a story told,
A wish I whisper in the air,
For night to bring you back to me.

The eastern glow, a dream's goodbye,
A tear escapes; the day's begun.
But hope remains, a flickering spark.
Tomorrow's dawn, beneath the sky,
My arms still open, waiting, won
By night wind's promise in the dark.

Night wind, I pray, a lover send to me,
Our souls entwined, let time stand still.
Boundless in love, so wild and free,
Through starry skies and galaxies,
Let longing fade; our hearts be filled,
Lost in this bliss, just you and me.
Golden rays paint the dawn, as a new day unfolds.
Hope blooms in my chest, tinged with a restless awe.
A sense of longing stirs, a whisper of what's to come.

To share a sunrise with one who understands,
To sense the earth's pulse beneath naked skin,
To feel the dew flow down my body, between my legs,
To awaken, body and soul, bathed in light.
The scent of damp earth fills my senses, my skin shimmers,
Melding with the dawn, I become one with the land.

A prayer on my lips, a silent plea: May she see the light within me, and meet it with her own.
The forest awakens, birds take flight, leaves rustle in the breeze.
In this sonnet of nature, I awaken my lonely soul.
A search for a girl that gets me.
At dawn's first blush, where shadows softly sway,  
Upon this silent shore, my heart lays bare.  
The waves confess their secrets in the gray,  
Whispering your name within the morning air.

The sun ascends in streaks of gold and flame,  
Where once we walked, now only gulls take flight.  
Their fleeting traces washed away, no claim,  
Like echoes of your touch within the light.

As dawn dispels the lingering cloak of night,  
A tender beam of hope pierces my lone gaze.  
In this vast stretch, where solitude feels right,  
Your silhouette remains in dawn's embrace.
I lay on my back, a forced, tight smile,
Counting moments, each one a slow, dread mile,
My legs in stirrups, exposed to their gaze,
Their questions probe, unmasking my ways.
Comparing me to perfection, their prized fair,
My soul they seek, a treasure to share,
Each judgmental glance, a painful, cold stare,
Exposed and judged, yet still, their feeling's rare,
A final goodbye, leaving me in the air.
Sky was gray as witches' old,  
No quarter given, none taken by the cold.  
Summer's song chased by gentle north breeze,  
Replaced by stark, hard, white freeze.

Running tights bought several sizes too small,
Confident they will fit come winter's call.
Between **** shorts that hid wet, hot summer cheeks,
Feeling lucky, I might give you a peek.

Soft, tight black lycra slips over curves hard as stone,
Gaze at the mirror, this body, my own.
Thin, tight fabric chases away your fantasy,
Body sculpted by air, sun, and sweat, no artificial symmetry.
Chiseled by hundreds of miles running and swimming, gallons of sweat,
Tummy hard, pancake flat, no regrets.

In the mirror, my hard body I see,
Feel your envy, your resentment, fuel for me.
Rocket fuel to propel me out this morn,
Cold biting air, but I won't be torn.

Used to hate you, now energy's mine,
Run and swim longer, leave you in the grime.
Through your cars, your scowls, I see,
Just chafing sports bras, nothing to me.

Open the door, cold air slaps my face,
Air ****** from lungs, blood rushes to the pace.
Feel alive, your malice pushes me on,
Cold air invades every orifice, and I am gone.
I slap my cold, tight, little, *** and whisper –  you can't touch this.
In silent hours, our inner art takes flight
Society shouts, yet silence hides the gold within
A spring of beauty flows, concealed in silent light
How can we break the chains that bind the soul of our art?
A secret song lies veiled, awaiting day from night
Dream of a world where melodies dance with the wind
To every hand that labors, crafting wrong to right
We’ll shatter silence of society’s black coffin
And carve its wood to sing with art’s immortal might.
Through veils of twilight realms, my steps align,
A pilgrim bound by questions yet untold.
Between existence planes, I seek to find
A purpose veiled in shadows, bright yet cold.

The liminal expanse, a fleeting seam,
Where echoes hum with truths beyond the light.
Unfinished whispers weave my fragile dream,
A cosmic hymn that calls through endless night.

In this in-between, I find my soul,
Where stars ignite the cosmic harmony
Through shifting mists, I glimpse the infinite
Within in its depths, peer into a dark hole
The dance of shadows, darkness, and pure sea
And in its rhythm, my heart finds ecstasy
Naked, she stands,  
eyes fixed, lips raised toward sky—  
What if I’d taken the red-eye?  

Blood rushes, falls;  
knees meet ground, no bed at all.  

She glides,  a velvet chain,  
tongue where sweet honey rains.  

Her scent fills air’s swell—  
my soul under spell.
She wears no words—  
alarms in mind, half-heard.  
Moonlight carves her silhouette,  
her skin aglow, a cigarette.  

Lioness, her gaze as cold as steel—  
how many hearts has she made kneel?  
Each glance, a noose, precise and tight,  
ensnaring me in shadowed light.  

The breeze lifts scent from her lips;  
my skin ignites beneath her whip.  
A velvet sting, her silent sighs ---
what hidden truths between thighs?  

Still, I step into her lair—  
her parted lips, a whispered snare.  
For silence lures, a ruby sin,  
a quiet pull, that draws me in.
We slip from our cars, a silent scene,  
and I see her—the creature I crave.  
In a tight, short,  black skirt, lean and clean,  
she bends clutching her purse, a shadowed wave.  
Her curves whisper beneath taut seams,  
a silent call my eyes can’t refuse.  
From ankle to chest, a waking dream,  
lost in the lines I’m hungry to lose.  

A breeze stirs softly, sweet as a sigh,  
lifting my dress to reveal bare thigh.  
The slit, too high for daylight’s grace,  
exposes my skin, my secret place.  
I shift, I sway—a wordless plea,  
hoping she sees, hoping she feels like me.  

Our heels tap time, a rhythm shared,  
toward the steel tower where we disappear.  
Her scent—lavender, earth, fresh rain—  
fills my lungs, a soft, sharp pain.  
Lush dark wet red lips, a Cabernet wine,  
match her fiery hair, almost divine.  

At the elevator, I hold back, let her pass,  
and she slips to the wall, against the glass.  
I step in close, her warmth aligned,  
my shoulders brush hers, a pulse I find.  
Her firm chest pierces my silk, heat alive beneath,  
a silent pulse, a bittersweet wreath.  

In mirrored walls, our glances catch,  
a chase of shadows we barely match.  
Each look a spark, a forbidden flame,  
a touch reflected, wet lips without name.  
Our breath held tight, a stolen light,  
heartbeats quickening out of sight.  

The car begins; I graze her hand,  
our fingers tremble, a silent demand.  
Through sheer white silk blouse, my desires unveiled,  
her eyes linger where warmth exhaled.  
A sigh escapes, her fingers slide,  
a fire unspoken we cannot hide.  

Silence. The doors sigh open, she's gone, a trace—  
cold stale air rushes in, fills her empty place.  
Tears ***** my eyes, the sharp, sweet sting  
of a shadowed dream that can’t take wing.  
Tomorrow awaits, another city, another stage,  
but her touch remains, a ghost on the page—  
a nameless memory, forever replayed.
Winter rains soaked us to the core,  
our first bath, drawing her near.  
With trembling hands, we dared to explore,  
water swaying her anemone clear.  

Through steam, I ventured the unknown—  
what was once two becomes one.  
Where I end and she begins... unknown.
In dark forest, she blooms in fleeting light
Pink silken wings outshine dawn's gentle caress
An old soul cloaked in springtime's youthful delights
Her fragrance weaves a spell, a sorceress
Powerless, you cross her threshold, endless starlight
Her deepest hunger for your soul is limitless
Reality and dream blur, a spider's thread
She weaves your soul to fates still unsaid
Her leaving, a bang of lightning striking a tree,
Exposing my raw soul for the world to see.
She was a burst of color in my monochrome world,
A single, vibrant flower, blooming while storms swirled.
My dam shatters; torrents of emotions drown me.

— The End —