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She had blue skin.
And so did he.
He kept it hidden.
And so did she.
They searched for blue.
Their whole life through.
Then passed right by
And never knew.

~anonymous

I run looking for a place
a safe place
A place where my soul breaks free
I look for the fresh air of roses
I seek the peace of silence
I look for the peace of the lost smile
I'm looking for crystal clear waters
I'm looking for your safe haven

True love
Can be likened to a comfortable pair of slippers
They go together
But don't quite fit
Having room to grow

They may show signs of wear over time
But are too comfortable
And familiar to throw away

Best kept in pairs.

Peter Dome.copyright. Romanticaman

Come with me to the field ...

Whisper to me secrets revealed.


Let's take the old dirt trail ...

It will lead us without fail.


The path to our special place ...

Where you'll spread kisses upon my face.


You say you'd like to fool around ...

Toss the blanket on the ground.


My dear, do you think we have been seen?

If so, our voyeur is now surely keen.


Oh, the things we said and did ...

We wonder maybe we should have hid.


So what if we had been caught ...

Who dares disrupt the love we sought.

If I kissed your lips
Would you kiss mine
If I held your hand
Would you hold mine
If I wanted to make you mine
Could you find the time
We started off as friends
feelings have grown
I don't want you to moan and groan
I want to hear you say you feel the same way
I want to be with you every day
When I'm with you it's always a sunny day
please say you'll stay
I want to love you
I want to make you mine

I dream of you to kiss those lips wanting you
I dream of you each day
Shy to talk shy to approach

I dream of what to say
Your hair dazzles me takes
my breath I can hardly breath
I drown in breath

To be near you to hold you close
To taste those lips
Your my princess held pedistals high

I want to be near you to hold you
Talk to you to kiss you
my wanting feelings for you
But I hide from you from a far

From other ends of this earth
I dream of you
hoping I can be with you my love how I miss who you are


my one true love

Why is it men must sometimes beg a woman?
(That's even worse than on a bended knee)
To grovel like an insect on a common -
For something that should basically be free.
At twenty-two and feeling that day wanton
(T'was not a thing I should have done for thee)
And only once - two hours to get it on
So beg I did - and her name was Sharon.

Well at last that girl she then relented
(Just maybe out of curiosity)
You say by now that I should have repented -
Not mired myself in promiscuity?
I say this: to refuse an ego dented
Is to plunge in black despair - monstrosity!
I wheedled and I begged and I pleaded -
Just so I could give her what she needed.

She about the same age in St Peters*
And we were young and not at all in love
Well I'm just glad that no one came to meet us
(As we stole into a bedroom up above)
An act designed by nature to complete us
(And something to myself I had to prove)
At least that day we had an empty terrace;-
Wherein - and very soon - our hearts did race.

Good reader, I should spare you the profanity;-
The act performed - and that act only once.
On her part t'was a form of charity;-
Go through the motions - defy common sense.
Well, what is young lust but insanity?
A fever of the blood (our recompense)
I met her years later at a funeral
Where she thanked me for that single numeral.




© lovecanbereal
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The words I write are of a romantic side of myself
to be revealed to a select few
who are cherished as they cherish whom
I have this need to love and be loved
to hold in my arms the one that melts my legs from beneath
that sends my spirit soaring above, beyond mortals
to a spiritual plain of exsistance
where our very souls will touch
and the unlimited boundaries of our love will be reached

Dale Wetzler

Dear muse, I penned this verse with feather quill,
To gently praise your beauty of renown,
My words to float aloft your gaze until,
They softly kiss your eyes like thistledown.

One single thought of you is all I need,
Pure beams of gold to light my dulling day,
A gorgeous wildflower peers from tangled weed,
And paints a splash of colour to my grey.

My lonely shadow drapes this em'rald shore,
With somber heart I yearn your close embrace,
Between us how wild stormy waters roar,
Such tempest I would brave to touch your face.

Fond kisses blown on gentle winds your way,
Warm breezes seek wherein the fells you stray.

You are the last shadow
Of the period of my life,
Filled with shadows.
I return to the light,
You have to disappear,
Like the darkness of the night
When sun appears.