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My love
we celebrate your birth
on the night of Samhain
when the worlds are whisper thin
and your magic sings its sweetest song

Your love draws stars from the sky
lures spirits from the tombs
snow falls from summer skies
love so sacred and magical

Let us encounter
surrounded by forest
as the wind
whispers its secrets to the trees
we seek the sacred creek
leading to the river that kisses the earth
where flowers bloom in rapture to the earth

This day I am yours
you are mine
we are inseparable in death
by Any power or pain
for it is such true love
no death awaits us

Come with me my love
come back to the one
sense my spirit and take flight
let us see all of creation
let us seek favor from the divine

God and goddess we will become
gods of true and all powerful devotion
let us be graced
by the moon goddess
by the dragon of the stars
allowing us to burn hot with passion

Let us draw
from the power of the earth
alive and solid
beneath our feet
a fertile valley
all our wants and needs
will be satisfied

Blessed be
your feet which carries you to me
your knees which kneel in worship
your breasts of porcelain beauty
your lips which kiss with fire
blessed be your body

My love scented with jasmine
I seek you in silver slant of moonlight
your magic is all enthralling
I succumb to your witches cry
I come to your lair softly lit
your Wiccan pattern on the floor to guide me
save me from the river of flames
with the manifestation of your desires
for in you my love
I am charmed...

My poet brown eyes,
they love seeing you always,
My bard tender mouth,
it wants to speak to you for hours,

My keen sensitive ears,
they echo every words you say,
My soft magical hands,
they hunger for your sensual touch!

Will you not make me happy?
Will you not make love to me?
Will you not kiss freely and tell?
Will you not miss me and call?

I walk the sea,
the sea walks me
with dancing waves

of green salinity
washing my feet..

Towards the west,
the sun sinks
towards New Orleans

orange and red hues
paint my senses..

In New Orleans,
beer drenched misty bars
host jazz musicians

playing a purple and yellow
Mardi Gras toot..

Back in Biloxi,
the sea is breathing
rising and falling

the moon is sighing
to a lovelorn sea..

In my pocket,
a picture of a girl
building sand castles

sister of the sea,
pisces by birth..

The stars shine on my city,
soon sky will disappear
sea green turning to sea blue

But none match the beauty girl
I see gazing at you..

so true..

This heart can't wait
to fall right in
and these words,
hope that they will sink in.
These eyes,
see through, your disguise..
This soul is craving
your sweet sin.
This love, is so hard
to live in...
I exalt all my feelings,
I'm un-distracted,
by my surroundings
My meditation,
is engaged by solely
One thing...the thoughts I harbor,
from within.
My spirit is soaring,
from a love I'm adoring.
A sentimental bareing
of what my hearts wearing.
A visual exhibition,
of my own admission.
Is my submission!!! Of what I'm wishing,
is for you to, let me in.

I approached the old steel bridge
which stretched accross the frozen
lake in the misty morn of December..
In the pocket of my old coat my hand
clenched tightly the note I had held
for weeks..
I reached and pulled my colar tight to
my neck as seagulls skid accross the
ice shores of this snowbound land..
The sun was but a pale light illumining
a gray skyscape..
Many times we had walked to the center
of this bridge and gazed at the stary
night..
But life had called her to distant shores
where the army was in need of nurses..
The wounded were coming in droves and
the war seemed to stretch on forever..
Her military picture was all I had and for
two years I would sit on my steps gazing
at an image who kept my heart beating in
lonely dark nights..
But we had made plans to reunite on our
favorite bridge..our secret place of
meeting..
She said she would be returning home soon
yet for three weeks I've returned to this
bridge to find only a cold walkway and the
the squalks of the gulls..
It seemed tonight would be no different
and I tired of the painfully cold wind
and the chilling cold steel railings on
the bridge..
I turned and began walking home and at
the far end of the bridge a figure moved
toward me with graceful stride..
Not sure..I thought..
My head perked up and my gait tried to
match the graceful stride of this
stranger..
It seemed..yes..perhaps it was..
It appeared to be ..It was a military
uniform!
My heart began beating faster!
I could see that smile!
The hair was short but I knew that walk!
Twenty yards away she began humming that
secret tune we shared..
I couldn't contain myself..I ran..she was
running!
We collided like like lost lovers in paradise..
For five minutes we clung
for dear life in each others arms..
I was crying..she was crying, and through our
choked tears and cold winter kisses she kept
whispering, 'I am home my love, I am home..'
We walked accross the bridge in snuggled embrace
and I reached down in my pocket and tossed the
note to the wind..
A gull swooped down and snatching the note soared
accross the icy lake-
The note simply read: We'll meet in December~

My woman is a wild flower
She fills my garden with grace
Lures me with her sweet fragrance
With such a brilliant radiant face
I love her long tender blossoms
On a strong leggy stem her base
Her face is made of soft petals
Her curling hair fringed lace
She is beauty from a distance
she catches my eye in every place
Up close she captures my heart
When she falls into my embrace

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I would like to paint my dreams with all the colors I find in you
Because lately all of my own they have been darkened and so gloom
If I could be the man you deserve I would gift wrap the world for you
Then buy a golden spaceship and carve your face upon the moon
So if I should ever lose my way your light will guide me home
Where I could find some peace in knowing I am not alone
But I am just a simple man who lives his life for you
And nothing I have seen compares to everything you do
My landscape would be empty if I couldn't share the view
And I would never want to wake up so I could paint more dreams of you
~ JJF~

May 2, 2012

Behind me, the echoes of days spent.
A lifetime of seconds, minutes...years.
I hold dear each moment of sweet joy,
paid for with struggles and countless tears.

Behind me, the failures and empty prayers,
which to me seemed to drift by unheard.
Yet answers came forth in other forms...
I learned to choose wisely every word.

Before me, a clean canvas awaits.
Colors, like paint, are choices we make.
The shape of desires unfolding;
manifesting with each breath I take.

Before me, the sum of all I am.
A face in the mirror I now CAN face.
The door is closed to the past, unlocked.
Forgiveness teaches the soul its grace.

Before you, a woman of passion,
holding love’s light as a sacred flame.
A bountiful heart calls through silence
and soon, I pray, I will know your name.

For you alone, a whispered promise;
win my heart, and my whole heart I’ll give,
that we may share this promise come true,
now, and through every day we both live.

Within us, the spark of endless joy,
that proves again love’s beautiful worth.
A bond untouched by ripple or change,
leaving us to our heaven on earth.

50 shades of an after work surf 

I returned home one night after a long day. I pulled up walked up the driveway, as I opened the door I caught a faint smell of lemon scent. I followed my nose as I entered the living room there she was laying on the couch. She was completely uncovered slim but with perfect curves she lay there silent. I approached and ran my hand her entire length from her tip to her tail she felt so smooth she had a cute dimple just near her tail caused from a large session the other night. I picked her up in my arms and wrapping her in a cover I carried her out the front to my car where I gently lay her down in the back. I began to drive filled with excitement at the thought of getting her wet. We arrived at the beach on sunset with the sky pink and the smell of the ocean I get out the car I strip off getting out of those work clothes still sweaty and a little musty from the long day I opened the back of the car there she was still wrapped in the cover I had put on her when we left I could just get a glimpse of her tail. I reach in and slowly slip the blanket off to reveal her perfect curves. I pick her up in my arms and carry her towards our place of destination.  The smell of the ocean mixed with her lemon scent has my heart racing in anticipation. We have arrived at our destination place. I can feel she's begging me to get her wet. I slam her down jumping ontop of her getting her all wet instantaneously. We go at it for over an hour having a great session as the sunsets in the background. Can't wait to go for another surf tomorrow will have to get more lemon scented board wax on my way home from work.... 
Nothing like a good set of curves and a little action after work!

I love those who
Love the Humans.
I love those who
Love the nature.
I love those who
Love GOD.
I love those who
Love forgivness.
I love those who
Respect others.
I love those who
Love kindness.
I love those who
Regrets on mistake.
Love is love which
Last for ever.