Bussom poems on Hello Poetry

DieingEmbers Apr 2012

I may not scream it from the rooftops
nor paint in rainbows cross the sky,
all the times I've thought I love you
with all the sorrow of a sigh.

I may not hold your hand in public
nor bare your bussom to my breast,
all the times I've longed to hold you
with a whisper gone unblest.

I may not dance with you at sunset
nor feel your breath upon my cheek,
as you too hold back in silence
all the words you wish to speak.

I may not fall before your beauty
nor let my heart or' ride my mind,
just to once admit it freely
yet the truth is so unkind.

I may not say my words in open
but here in private know I'm true,
for no matter what the world thinks
my love's alone meant for you.

DieingEmbers Mar 2012

Making Hay

Corn strands
like extentions in your
hair
worn loose around your naked shoulders,
the flowers on your dress
bunched up
revealing the warmth of sun kissed thighs.
I watch your bussom
rise and fall
as you lean back against the bales
your hand stretched out
beckoning
me to make hay whilst the sun shines.

DieingEmbers May 2012

Sleepy Eyes

Share with me your sweetest dreams
let me here beside you rest,
now take me to thy bussom
that i may suckle at thy breast.
Feed me milk of human kindness
as your heart plays lullabies,
and gentle kisses wet my bald head
as I close my sleepy eyes.
Let daddy know I love him
as I know that he loves me,
as he turns down my blankets
in my bright pink nursery.
So until tomorrow
when I wake you with a scream,
share with me dear mother
your sweetest softest dream.

DieingEmbers Oct 2012

Night Vigil II

My heart softly beats
beneath her gentle breast
that with each tender breath
keeps me further from my rest
for how could I sleep
knowing each night I waste
the chances given
to gaze in solitude upon her...

my peace of mind lays there with her
within those restful eyes
upon those yet still lips
and here,
here within this perfect bussom
beats my heart

forever.

DieingEmbers Jun 2012

Dreams

Speak to me in kisses
in the
warmth of breathy sighs
and show
to me the beauty
of a life spent in your eyes
as on borrowed wings
and promises
our bodies fall and rise
so bind me earthbound baby
with your hair
of soft spun gold...

now speak to me
in silence
with hands
I long to hold,

press me for an answer
against
your skin so fair
as I dream upon your bussom
of the love
we long to share.

Unknown soldier Jan 2014

I forget you when awake

But in my dreams you are always,
present,
softly stroking my hair,
while I dive into your bussom.
While I drown between your arms.

In my dreams,
you hold my heart close to yours,
and we exchange the fire.
We both turn ourselves to ashes.
Burn down, together, till nothing is left.

In my dreams.
I forget you when awake.

Mr and Mrs Andrews Oct 2023

Archived

I love you

Our young candles burned
brightest in April, May and June
all through October.
Our love was instant eternal
We loved each other in an instant
inside eternity's bussom
We became one deeply in love

The std specter had knocked,
the falsely imprisoning ****
born impotent seeking erections
paid a stranger
for semi **** fame to be photos of me.

Then ****** greedy thieves
came with envy jealousy
butchers and murderers
To watch how we
sounded in supernova

Your beacon of light
Arrives timely from
light-years and beyond
to say you love me too.
There's life there's hope
I sparkle in love with you
Your kind of love heals all.
Our inner beautyi
Guides Survives
Our road not taken
Acknowledged.

The ugly is a distant
and faint memory
Now archived.
~~~

By: Mr and Mrs Andrews
with Karijinbba
All rights reserved.

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