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Kitty Parson Mar 2012
My dearest Darling
Daddy,
My heart yearns for you,
You make my heart pound.
You'll always be in my heart.
            Two
Let our | hearts beet as one.
Be still my beeting heart.
You stole my heart.
My chest is an empty Shell
only your heart can fill.
Eye heart you allot
                            Heartfelt
<3 4ever, youre  Secret
                            Admirer
James Alai Mar 2016
Beyond the bend in the river
Past the mountains and the seas
Far away from the ice sheets that make us shiver
Through the whatevers and the what will be's

There is a place of light and sound
Of good vibes and beeting drums
Where down is up and squares are round
And the slow are fast and the smart are dumb

In this place you have no face
Nobody judges and nobody cares
We are blind to color. We are blind to race
Nobody whispers and nobody stares

In this land so different from our own
We will live in perfect harmony
People are free to search and roam
And whatever will be will be

In The Land of Whatever
-

Close your eyes.
Do you see it?
Those little lights?
You are almost there.
Almost.
Madeline Clow Apr 2016
Beeting, thumping, taping
clickety , clockity , clapping.
quality quickens the
writhety rhythm  
the tapity
clapity
ra
Morning Star Oct 2016
Lady by the lake

She walks by waters misty blue

As dusk settles on the lake

She lights a lanten to lead her there

To the other side her gentle stare

In lightest blue her dress of silk

He's captivated by her dance

He waits for her though she is unaware

He calls her but she doesnt hear

He shows him self to her yet she does not see

A spirit she awaits to set her free

He takes her hand but feels no warmth her side

Untill she feel secure she only hides

He holds her close and leads her to the shore

He kisses her neck so soft an breathes once more

From her silent reverie she now can wake

She screams of fear and terror from her fright

But strong enough his love will hold her spree

She twists and turns her spirit not yet free

But echoes of his beeting heart break free

She allows him gift her body quivers see

But now real love and passion she can feel

Not control but warmth and strength surround her

She finds herself excited by his warmth

For now she can be loved also protected and not scorned

And sails unfold as they begin to drift

A journey new way of love they make

Into a sea of sensual awakening

Of  love she wakes from silent reverie

Her body gently laid across him

Stokes her golden hair across his chest

She finally feels free of evils quest

In the morning the light through shadows play

He lies there sees her slip away

Her spirits to the lake returns in beauty

For only night can capture her solice still
she fades away to lakes side call
She glances up and catches his deep his eyes they learn
she waits for the evening once more
For his return
Jungiansoulbuck Jun 2019
Words whispering unto the sweet silence.

A shared glance as cells and genomes transpire and activate this beeting mortal chest.

Romance fills the air.
Your smell, like ambrosia; the scent to me.

I look to life once more.
Your sun beems in through the clouds.

Starring into each others eyes as I hold your hand close to me to know I'm not dreaming.

To savor and indulge these moments in deepest mellow pastures.

Speak not lest we spoil the serenity that still quells the doubt and uncertainty.

My mind wells with strong thoughts as our hearts thunder however rest assured and worry not because I love you.
Jungiansoulbuck Jun 2019
Brightest eyes to me.

Sunshine's ethereal glow.

We run hand in hand. ****** unbound.

These two young hearts beeting in sencro-sonic peace.

To have and hold you, raized high as if to touch the heavens.
I kick and laugh inside.
Emotions coil and spin.

We run on through feilds in my mind.
Honey, silk, deepest velvet.

To lay next to one another and subtly kiss away the past.

To live in a moment.

To shine on and still bleed to one warm flow.

Dare I venture too close to this joy.
Forbidden feeling.

To lay next to you and say the words:  " I love you."

— The End —