Thursday, October 1, 2015

Her Red Lips Waiting

Red lips so full,
Waits for passion's pull,
Lips to be left sated, swollen,
and craving repeat,
Flowing like lava’s passion heat.
Finger tips touching through the screen door,
Until you return to love her more.
My Darling, she claims faithful I will be,
Unless, you set me free.
To roam and wonder,
Who put our love asunder?
What part of love remains?
It is not I, who proclaims,
That our love will forever be,
It is you my love, not me.
I have no time to speculate,
I will be late for my date.
Did you say wait?
Not for a gigolo do I hesitate.
You left the best-----me,
You can go for a long swim in the sea.

 His Lips She Said~

His lips so masterful and sweet,
Lips that’s always my defeat.
Lips from sweet love words do flow,
Lips that makes my very soul glow.
Lips that kisses life into me,
Lips that keeps me---not to flee.
Lips of promises silently made,
Time is a thief that steals our youth from us and we get older,
It boasts of time flying by as it gets bolder.
 Her Lips~
Her passionate lips can still kiss,
Maybe she is lacking the same bliss.
 Waist lines get wider,
It could be drinking spiked apple cider.
 If time does not truly fly---it has a fast trot,
It can leave you in a lurch or not.
 Age gracefully they say,
Who are these they people---she said-- no way.
Her mirror tells her each morning,
You are so adorning.
 And, it will stay,
Positive this way,
Her contact are not allowed when
she looks into her mirror,
So she only sees the beauty staring
back at her---it is much dearer.
She has many tricks to fool old mean ‘Time,’
Her creams and mudpacks are not a crime.
All the beauty tasks keep her looking the very best,
Even if some of her desire has left the nest.
 So~Time you may fall down a well,
Or you may~just go ring a bell.
 Because all the women of a certain age,
Count many words written on their page.
She has lived and will gladly shout,
Time has not touched me yet----this I doubt.
Now it is all in the mind as time slips by,
The unbelievers roll their eyes and cry.
It takes a strong person to grab time by the tail,
And, ride the ticking waves as time begins to sail.
Old age is for the strong and brave, not the frail of heart,
We are here to live a good life if we are smart.
Lips of strength---that do not fade.
His lips all through life,
His lips only kisses me his wife.
One last kiss before I die,
Will be mine forever, good-bye.

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Friday, August 7, 2015

My Love Whisperer

His voice so soft floated through the Pines as
the sun slowly set; recalling waves of passion
in my mind.

Wholly swirling and inundating my aching heart
from his love lost eons ago,
When the angry sea took him on that violent
night; to where I do not know.

My heart does not beat for another and never will,
I think of no other as I sit upon a sea rock on our
favorite hill.

We picnicked on the hill from food collected on his
around the world voyage,
When he left on a storming white capping night his
ship lost its buoyage.

I prayed and waited for the site of his ship riding the
mighty waves back to me, but no avail,
No tears will come---as I no longer wail.

I look no more for the purple and white sail,
I no longer anticipate a letter in the mail.

Now I sit, on my sea rock waiting for him to appear,
I know he will come because my ending is near.

My eyes are watching the thunderous skies as
lightning streaks the dark horizon,
Will he know me as my body has become wizen.

I hear his voice becoming louder,
My waiting heart beat prouder.

By sight and sound his lips touched mine,
Ever so light while sweet chills dance upon my spine.

We soared over our favorite hill and above the pines,
We look so young and fresh, our spirits sparkled like
polished diamonds from his mines.

His ship waited for us to sail for eternity on the seas,
Celebrating the salty air and gentle breezes.

Love never dies,
Don’t believe the lies.


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Saturday, May 9, 2015

I am Coming Home to You

She kissed him passionately when he left
for war,
He dreamed of her lips and yearned for
more.

Her letters came often telling of her love and
how much she missed him,
Her sweet love words made his head swim.

Long were the battles and bloody death calls
from his friends who died,
Some fell by his side as he fought and cried.

His only lifeline he hung onto~ her love
letters with each word branded on his heart,
Her sweetness seem to float above him~ to
promise never again would they be apart.

A sniper shot him on his 450th day in battle and
for months he lie in the hospital fighting for his
life,
He dreamed only about his Sweetheart, his wife.

Finally, on the Greyhound bus home~ to surprise her,
When he walked into his home~ it was empty,
not a stir.

Quietly, he walked upstairs towards her voice,
He would make sweet love to her~if that was
her choice.

Opening the bedroom door with a smile,
His heart stopped beating and his breath was
gone for a while.

His precious wife was in bed with another man,
And, all he could do was stare and stand.

In those seconds his heart turned to stone,
He walked away from her---their love was gone.

His whiskey bottle became his best friend,
Because~never empty and it never left his hand.

Yes, she ran after him and tried to talk to him at
every town event,
However, when a love dies---second chances are
not meant.

Forgiveness did not live in his heart of hurt and
shame,
His wife and Whiskey killed him~they were to
blame.

His parents stood on the cold Georgia ground~their
hearts frozen,
The preacher’s words were heart-wrenchingly
chosen.

Their sweet trusting boy lies underneath the icy
Georgia clay,
His wife and Whiskey took him away.

She stood dressed in black with tears falling, but
not a care for her~ whom they blamed,
No one called her name, nor, cared if she cried as
his love ones felt maimed.

She stood alone over his grave, and talked softly so
no one could see,
Walk slowly my darling---I will be with you soon
---please my love wait for me.


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Gladiator Mystic Warrior of my Daydreams

When one’s professional life is lived by rote,
And your love life seems remote.
                                                                                       
Your head is ringing from a busy morning,
Rush, hurry, get it finished, blood pressure rising
---should be a warning.

I will divulge my secret but promise not to share,
Because this my office friends---is my clandestine 
daytime affair.

Do not take a coffee break,
Stay in your office for your
pleasure’s sake.

Close your eyes and take a
deep breath,
And let all your worries have a
sudden death.

Blow out your stress, and put a
smile on your face,
Because my elicit daydream will
make your heart race.

---You are there---
It is Twilight in the forest in a land far away,
And a new dawn is breaking, as the
sun bashfully appears---and between the
Major Oaks a wondrous sight is stealthfully
riding his mighty black steed on this foggy day.

His dark long shiny hair barely touches
his armor,
Blue eyes seriously searching all about
---as the filtering sunlight through the
trees rebounds as if to shout---I am a Charmer.

He comes here every day on my break,
To meet me for my sake.

I run to him in a long lacy lavender
day dress, he lifts me up and whirls me around,
With a passionate kiss that last until my
feet are on the ground.

His muscular arms so rippled with strength
---as he pulled me tight to his chest in an
armor less hug,
I could only smile and shrug.

“How are you today, my Darling?” he solicited,
I could not answer---just a staring pout as I elicited.

“My lips will find out what vexes my Precious today”
Then he kissed me to the grassy forest floor and I 
wanted much more---but time was over and I had 
to go away.

He stood so handsome and still showed his passionate
 need,
But he stood fast by his steed.

Watching as I ran back into the future to work,
Back to my office, messages, appointments, meetings
---it makes me irk.

This is my main office benefit----of an overactive mind
That will twist one’s worries into a dead vine.

The rest of the busy day cannot stress you out,
Because tonight this daydream---will give you another 
shout.

And in my nightly dreams he will appear,
Then stay all night---I have no fear.

Now what we need is a time machine,
So I can go back in time and be his Queen.

But for now---I can only boast,
My Gladiator/Warrior is the most.

Stress is not in my vocabulary,
I am waiting for the Time Machine---so we can marry.

There will be no other---no never---sometimes one may 
hear my screams,
I will wait forever, for My Gladiator mystic warrior of my 
daydreams.

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Monday, March 23, 2015

Wake Me with Your Lips Darling

Let the pages of an old sweetheart lie,
Leave the regrets in the past to die,
Make my body groan and never ask why,
Let your lips take me to the sky.

To kiss an Angel’s white plumage wing,
Your zeal makes my heart sing,
Please give me your love by spring,
Don’t just gift me with a diamond ring.

Lips that are trailing along my thigh,
Takes by breath---suddenly---created a sigh,
My lips are swollen and I want to cry,
Because around you I am a little shy.

If you care a little---just share,
When you smile my heart does care,
Our madness for each other is not a dare,
Look gently with your blue eyes---not stare.

Lift my spirit from the abyss,
Don’t leave me with just a passionate kiss,
Let my heart and soul make a final wish,
Just two wrapped bodies--soaring in a loving bliss.

So my Darling sleep a while-- then wake me with your lips,
Softly with tiny loving nips,
From our love nectar takes a few sips,
Toast to our future in paradise--- while planning our love trips.

As mortals we feast here for a short dine,
On this earth we live on a minuscule vine,
Although our life is sweeter than wine,
My love for you is intense and fine,

It feels so breathtaking---it is almost a crime.
My Darling kiss me awake in another time,
There are no minutes---just passionate sublime,
Wake me with your lips to hear our love chime.

Our magnificent love is not just a rhyme---
my Darling lost his heart to another

And I search for a new love---but find I cannot love any other.
He is not good enough for you---said my little brother.

I sit upon this rock overlooking the sea,
Praying the waves will bring him back to me,
What makes someone’s heart flee?

I see the angry dark sky over head,
I wonder if my Darling is lying in her bed.
It is not in me to wish her dead.

My heart skips two beats when a ship comes near,
I wait for him every day I fear,
I wish and wipe away a tear.

Another wants my hand in marriage,
He travels to me in a golden carriage,
Saying about my Darling he disparages.

What he does not know and I will not tell,
Only one love in my heart does dwell,
I cannot lie or I will go straight to Hell.

I watch the seagulls fishing for their meal,
The sea breeze blows against my body---if only sea salt could heal,
A broken heart---so I can again feel.

Ten years has passed and it is 1788,
If he returned now---my love still waits,
I dream I see him every night on the straits.

His ship is beached,
The shore he has reached,
But now he is my enemy that has breached.

The very walls of my heart and left his sword piercing into it,
While all my family is having a fit,
I just look into his blue eyes and continue to knit.

If nothing else I still will always be,
A true daughter of the sea,
And no man will ever know he has made my heart flee.

So I posted on all ships from the sea,
Attention: Lost Heart,

If found please bring it to me.
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