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Consider the taste of her lips
as you connect and gently
close your eyes to feel the
heat of impending passion

Consider the silky soft body
that your finger tips must
caress and massage with all
the finesse of a professional

Consider the blind attraction
and movement of the heart
lifting us up to always be
better as one complete mind

Consider showing more love
and romance to embrace the
moment as time is so short and
not to be taken for granted

Consider...
 Aug 2016 Vanessa Grace
Stephan

The sunrise
may be beautiful,
awash across the
dawning skies
Though morning for me
won’t begin
until you open up
your eyes

For then the beauty
that I see
will start my day
in perfect view
As nothing is
more beautiful
than mornings spent
in love with you
 Aug 2016 Vanessa Grace
Stephan


I knew there was a sun
that rose upon the skies each day
Setting in the afternoon
a twilight time display

Daffodils and marigolds
welcoming the spring
Bluebirds in the maple trees
each morning there to sing

Waves upon the ocean
and a moon up in the sky
Stars above that twinkle
as the evening passes by

Mountains in the distance
reaching high into the air
Falling leaves in autumn
and the colors that they share

Early morning snowfall
in a chilly coat of white
Fireflies so playful
on a balmy summer night

I knew there were so many things
yet I could just not see
Until you came into my life
and showed these things to me

And now that I have witnessed
all that nature has to view
Its beauty still does not compare
to what I see in you
 Aug 2016 Vanessa Grace
Lvice
Trying to find rare people in this world's generation is like trying to find a book in a library of blank pages
Made a new friend today...there are still some pretty amazing people out there.
They talk about love like an atlas
Places visited
Things done
Like love is a line between new places
And they often forget
About everything in-between
Destinations, fascinating and beautiful
But really how did you get there
What about all the wrong turns
And nowhere towns
Clear travels and gravel roads
See
Love isn’t an atlas
It is the rumble of the tires
A window rolled down
A road trip breeze
So forget about where
And ditch the map
 Aug 2016 Vanessa Grace
mk
maybe he was a pair of mittens

he met you in the cold of the winter
and he fit just right

maybe he was a pair of mittens

when summer rolled over
he just didn't feel right anymore

maybe he is a pair of mittens*
and maybe right now, *you just need a hat
I am all sorts of dark and deadly
I light the stake at which i burn
Bend the water trying to drown me
Drink the river as it churns
Change the skin that I'm trapped in
grow it feathers, claws and beak
Black as plague and death and dying
Fissures crack with every shriek
The mold of the world is breaking
Glue it with mortar made from bone
Gods and monsters feel it quaking
Ravens laugh in gleeful tone
I fly from the smouldering ashes,
The river and its drought
Cawing madly at the masses
Expire, dead, die out
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