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A stroll on the beach beneath a starry sky
Listening to the breakers as we go by

A walk in the country through forest of green
Cascading waterfalls and streams to be seen

Visiting churches with domes and with spires
With their ornate windows and angelic choirs

Sightseeing tours around castles so bold
Finding damsels and knight and hero’s of old

Theses thing maybe great and full of charms
But the best place of all is in your arms.

PPB

The man had made, his big turn in life alone
A smaller turn is due, he feels it in his bones
But yet once again, will is turn be alone
So he sits and waits, staring in his phone

He looks then sees, the turns of others
Some before some after, but yet another
For he is not alone, he knows of others
Can one of these turns, be a potential lover

He sees many, their turn coming due
Dreams of some, but their turns are few
He likes another, but his turn will not due
Maybe the one, where I’m one new

But he sees two, both know my feeling
For they as well, have past that ceiling
To that special one, I have this feeling
Let’s share our turns, help me with my healing

Black eucharist
glowing at the rifts in my fingertips
Conjure this,

Evanescent kiss
To The temple of our black promises
Stained in final scars of the only longing

The only final yearning
I yearn to thee
Like edens longing, of what was is and shalt be


Black eucharist
Havoic in the frenzied air
Like blood moon's fairest snare


Will you be there?
Within that miracle stare
Like blood claret was borne in the, the

Lear, I was the only thing you could hear
Before I was filled with holy fear
The night you held dear...

I'll be your only mirror
The sandman, cursed the dust with
precious things

Like I could go on in that body or temple of yours
Would you lie and keep on meandering
In the soul of something,

That was ever really..At all
Could you fall from
The final art

The sentinel of blood and dust
And black sun's trust
Which burneth truest peril

In the eves of
I must
Can you prick the thorn in mine fingertip?

Your pain I wilt never miss
And even for a moment without our bliss
May the kiss always be the death of all of this

And make love knit
The miracle eyes
Which seeth the end of lies

Can you even stand to fight?
In the final end of all strife
Could judgement stand to meet the light?

In the beginning I had my premonition
So I made serious preparation
I knew it from the start
It was a game from the heart

It is a different course in cyberspace
Than when we relate face to face
Pretense is the rule of the game
Sometimes reality evaporates and wanes

I am not shocked or surprised by the silence
Because I have a free conscience
I expect the unexpected each day
So I was prepared for the game to be played

The writing was on the wall
So the unforgiving chips begin to fall
Don't worry;I wish you well
As you move on to the next damsel

In my face,you threw my past
The real you emerge at last
I smiled instead of shed a tear
Because I was prepared

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whimper, getting deeper ..
soundless screams, become so painful ..
tear droplets, silently, burn cheeks ..
when heart, suffering, by lonliness ..
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but -

song of dawn bird, is so heart touching -
when heart, is occupied, by love ..
*****
but -

fragrance of wild blooms -
take mind, to the world of imagination -
when heart, is dominated, by love ..
*****
but -

the colour of sky -
looks much brighter -
when heart, is surrounded by love ..
*****
but -

taste of a kiss, is heavenly -
when, heart, is caught, by love ..
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she was chaos and beauty intertwined.A tornando of roses from divine.

Love flows in different circumstances
That test the mind,body and emotions
But in perseverance,love bountifully springs

Tears,smiles and arguments blend with wedded bliss
That ruins the hurt of fear and prejudice
Which upset love's timeless flow

Making love after the swirling dust settle
And nagging pains were released in the rain
Then unity sings boldly -a sweet refrain

Good Morning My Love. How shall we start the day?

Let us begin in our usual way.

A quick little kiss, a brush of the thighs.

A sensuous snuggle and meeting of eyes.

A tantalizing memory of the night before,

A teasing reminder of begging for more.



And thus it begins, the passions unleashed.

How hard we both struggle to contain the beast.

But alas, too late we’ve been overcome,

By desire, by yearning, by pressing lips. Yum!



Take me my lover, my man, my friend.

Take me over and over again.

Come touch my body with your gentle hands.

Bring me to ecstasy until I can’t stand.



And now as I caress your body my dear,

Just let yourself go. Don’t have any fear.

You whisper so softly, “Oh baby. Don’t stop.”

As I nibble your manhood and drink every drop.



Our bodies entwined in passionate splendor.

Our sexes scream out in utter surrender.

As we lay heaving and shudder with delight

Alas my sweet prince, again it is night.

~ANONI~

There’s usually
A hand to touch
If you’re standing in line
Or, side by side
Touch it

How delightful it is to see you around
Wake up next to you,
To hear your melodious sound

Nor a single second without you, I would stay
Maketh me complete
You really made my day

All alone
Truly all alone
I am wandering in the lonely streets
And even nobody ever noticed yet
My en-masse torn looking fleets

Nigh uncatchable
Nigh unforgettable
All that has happened
Is truly worse

No matter what are the circumstances
I admit
I’ve lost the golden chances
To be with you
To be with you

Now sitting over these dusty rugs
Am trying to keep away the bugs
I need you by my side, every time
Am missing your enchanted hugs


I know those days won’t come back
Cause I’ve lost those golden chances
To be with you
To be with you