touch my skin through silk, as air-born feathers malleable to your tender strokes, I close my eyes release me, take me from my bone-thin ancient tethers space disappears, my beloved refuge, pursue me assimilate my soul, as a window weeper whose pain is tainted by my clarity of the indignant power of the sea…
Category: tenderly
“False Security” Now Live On Hotel
Standing sideways, like a cool drink of water with sandy hair, freckles, and blue-green eyes, you wink. Lissom oaks that taste one too many tempests tire and lean upon false walls of hope. Your welcoming harbors were the key that unlatched my heart. Like the Crepe Myrtle, I shed my bark, to expose the pearly…
Nature’s Passion
fireflies sing to me of your passionYour tenderness like veins of sunlightsolitary cricket plays nature’s gratifying cellobig browns now vehemently on my young fellow life is a gift, as is the love you impartmy body now rides a sunbeam of ardorstarlings whistle as you write upon my breastcraving a release, I move your hand to…
making love under a canapy of willow oaks
Buttercups with reflective cells make the sunshine upon your face. Tickling the leaves as they dance graciously upon the trees, the musing of light bringing me to my knees. Emerald eyes sipping the fragrant nectar of nature as I am smitten with the beauty of the sky. My eyelet dress barely covering my breasts brought…
His dancing water lily
the deep arch in her backbending only for your eyeslong slender legs adorningdazzling reds of sleepy sunwater reflecting a silhouettesilk soft like butterfly wingshis dancing waterlily, his lovetrees purr to her able splendorknowing he will be ever tenderwith each move, his heart surrenders
Ripe Buds – An Ameri-Ku
Patterns moving on grandma’s quiltsun turning our youthful skin pink like ample florets, ripe buds open with a sigh in red claytender caresses melt the freckles on my cheeks, smelling lavender mixing with your desireyou trace I love you, on my firm thighs, I grow weak The Ameri-Ku/Euro-Ku is a style of poetry created…
My new poem “dance of spring” now live on spillwords press nyc
fairies dance as fireflies light the sky with magicwhippoorwills call lovingly to one another in blue moonlightdancing in sheer purple silk, my limbs reach toward starsyou watch with growing anticipationwe are lovers in a nightly woven paradisespring peepers are gifting their birdlike chirpsseeing your eyes glowing green in the candlelight, I stopsitting on your lap,…
My new poem – for the love of music now on MasticadoresIndia ( Now called ChewersMasticadores )
black and white notes regale, a lark sings an ode to sunriseliving within hollow black cracks amid dust, her voice existsslender fingers soar above the keys, creating amatory musictenderly, the way cream floats on milk, she bequeaths her love To continue reading, For The Love of Music, please visit MasticadoresIndia ( now called ChewersMasticadores ),…
