Kisses cooling on my collarbone in the breeze
Hands wound in my hair
Nibbles on my nape
Pulling me so close we co-mingle
That naughty little v
The difference between up and down
Experimenting with both
A happy medium
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Showing posts with label #breeze. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #breeze. Show all posts
Saturday, November 4, 2017
What is Sexy
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Thursday, December 4, 2014
Bubble
Bubble
Frozen moments in time
Reach liquid form combusting
They explode into the present
With scents and senses reeling
A thread is ripped from time and space
It pulls the pattern out of weave
The slightest breeze untangles it all
And forces us to believe
In higher powers that control our lives
In fates and presence foreboding
To doubt is to no longer be alive
The past is fast eroding
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Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Plea Bargain
Plea Bargain
Call me back to a brighter day
When time was a number not a sentence
Flowers still bloomed under a blistering sun
Children ran carefree through the streets
What happened to happier times?
To heartier laughter and friends?
Hedonistic summers wasted
Lounging in the twilight
Soft notes lost on the breeze
As we sat strumming guitars in the sunset
Can you remember those long gone hours?
If I close my eyes I can taste the charcoal
I am there with you
That’s all that matters
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Friday, March 22, 2013
Control
As I sit lost and hurt
Thoughts sped across my mind
Lying in dirt with a broken heart
Space and blood puddles in gallons at a time
The atmosphere is completely clear
Till my conscience starts to blur the sky
The trees start to sway
The breeze is not gentle
Lightning starts to streak
Hail and freezing rain
Falling, Failing to
Stop my
Heart from
Breaking
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