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kisses soft against my legs, in circles


like the sweetness of your morning hug


leisurely pacing your way to my toes


as if tasting each one, carrying me to the place only we know,


i'm a million miles away, and yet feel you so close


next time i open my eyes, your hand like a mountain stream flows,


the touch feels like heaven as your body slides up,


and i kiss every inch that i can as you clutch


then loosen your hold to my hips now in time,


your tongue on my breasts, this is more than sublime,


enraptured i offer my hands to your pleasure


and to my surprise you decsend again, my breath answers


a sigh is released from its place deep within, 


the sound seems to stroke you, as if you've gone in


i feel chills down my spine and then up again


and i reach for your legs, and more kissing begins


your chin at my pelvis, and now there is thrust


making love to these parts we become like a chorus


inspirations are deep and our bodies begin to roam


heart and soul timing, like a precise metrodome


a plateau of pleasure, escalation does entice


we kneel face to face just to breathe the love from each other's eyes


then you reach for my face with both hands and we kiss


with angels' wings donned we revel deep into bliss


the breathing is faster, we grapple and vie


as i guide you by the hand, and upon me you lie


like raindrops from heaven, joined in blissful suspension


and we lay with the stars, the aftermath of ascension


flesh on our flesh you lean close as i drift


and i feel lips on my eyelids


as i think ...'it gets no better than this'.



12:45 PM 7/16/2013 ©



And When I Look Up

Nature / Folder 1

When I go outside on a sunny day,
And I look up,
I want to see that beautiful sky.
That deep, deep blue sky,
I love it so much....maybe more than anything.
I want to see it because it feels like...

like a warm bowl of oatmeal on a cold winter morning...

or like a cozy soft cuddly blanket--the kind that your mom keeps on the back of the couch for chilly, rainy nights.

When I go outside
On a sunny day
And I see that sky,
That deep, deep blue sky,
I know that no matter
what happens
that day,
When I look up it will be there.

And when I see that deep,
Deep blue sky,
And things do not go
Exactly right,
There will be something
that is good,
When I look up.

And if by chance that day,
Some dark, grey clouds
Come and smother the deep,
Deep, blue sky,
I will know the dark, grey clouds
Are really why I love my

When I get home,
And the day has been long,
And the day has been hard,
I will curl up on my couch,
And reach for the cuddly,

In the morning,
I will make a bowl of oatmeal,

And when I walk outside,
I want to see the sky...
Because I love it so much.

Copyright 2012

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About comforts.

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The Rose.

Even a rose has such a kiss,
Petals heavy with moisture and scent's bliss.
The colour could stand for the anticipation.
One's taste for the flower's precipitation.
The softness of the petal for the gentle touch.
So steady and intense for little as much.
The thorns could stand for a little bite,
A cute nip, the softness forgotten in spite.
The thick of the stem would represent the bond.
Of course; the bond, such a likeness, made so fond.
The lust held in each moisturized, thick rose,
Would be the love one is filled from their head to their toes.
The story behind each of these historic flowers,
Is the life that one creates for the rose's power.
Almost every love story has a rose.
What is your fairytale, where Prince Charming may propose?

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Softness embraces their bodies.
Gently, oddly, their kiss is stunned.
Deftly, the broken kiss weaves a feeling.
The feeling, unlike the kiss itself,
Is harsh.
The feeling pulls out specific emotions.
Unlike the actual sting of hurt, or violence.
But the brutal bite of everlasting love.
The love doesn’t go without cause.
Needlessly it’s around, drawing and weaving.
It’s sweet.
The scent of their bodies fills the air.
Not in a bad way, no.
But in a way that has them droopy,
Cute and sleepy.
The scent strokes along their minds,
Their hearts.
The bite of love is more than just a bite…
It is the bond we share.
Were I to ask this bite to soothe,
I wouldn’t, couldn’t.
The bite is pleasure between two human bodies.
And I, being one of the bodies, have to realize...
I love you.

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