"ardorous" poems
Flashing champagne pearls of desire
in your wanting grin,
A bed of roses fall on to the sheets
from your ordinary mouth,
I find romance laced in your rough discarding of
my fabric shrouds and insecurities.
understanding in delicate gestures of sentiments
in your wide sweeping ***** eyes
hoards of passion described
in your grasping of my soft flesh to hardening
deducing wondrous compliments
tangled with pert nuances in your hardness
Finding warmth and comfort wrapped
In your loving vice locked eye to eye
I find your soul sprouting words of ardorous poetry
in the soft languages of our making love.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
Thou whispers called
caress thy ear
in melodic symphony,
beckon to thine soul.
Explore thine being,
fingertips lacerate thy skin
in pleasurable waves
thou cry in ecstasy.
Pools of sapphire gold
radiate into pores
thou lips have kissed
in passionate winds.
Breathe life upon these bones
for thou shall be enchanted
in tender grace
of ardorous plea.
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 4:03 AM UTC
From the moment
I could hear my grandfathers voice
Telling me legends and fables from his religion
To the time
My dad would
Make up tales
Of a pair of brothers
Just to get me to sit still
When my parents in a rare moment,
didn’t have
A book readily available
From the moment I was able
To hold a novel and breeze thought
Fluently with ease
After my parent’s ardorous task
Of getting me to practice
The days when my
Mind spent less time in the real
World and more time captivated
By those experiencing what I had not
But now, though their words, had
To today
Where my almost every
Free waking moment is spent
Either absorbing words
Of some romantic
Or fantastical story
Or,
Writing.
...
So basically...
Books
Stories
Novels
Words
...
This poem conveys it all
I don’t even have to say
What an integral part
Of me
They
Are
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
remember, ,Dear
my always
fingers
through tousled
coils of sunhair
rainlight and
damp moonmusic
fold foiling
with heart
to imbue
each crisp
limit of your
breast with
darkness–caving
(in even hollow stress
wear my ardorous dress
though my neat closings near
as like even's purpl'd tress;
moves mouth:
A song through silence peer
immutable sound by guide
to ship of cloaken choler steer
toward harbors safe an' placid tides )
–i shall that lives though but only an instant of bright health
live by light that speaks
sing saying
a chord struck
by divinest stroke
resonating through all your earthly sphere
that and though
i shall die
in your chest
my immortal pulse
will ever lie
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 2:28 PM UTC