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Tentacles that twist and turn, is what you use to make me yearn. Grabbing at my soul’s desire, getting ready to spark a fire. Wanting more of you each day, can you please come out to play? Ring around the rosy does not interest me, let us frolic in the sun. Let me loose but not for long, I want to delight in your love.


Paint For Me….

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Paint for me if you will, an image of lovers with dreams that have bee fulfilled. Falling at an accelerated pace, lovers who know they are meant to be bedmates. Paint for me if you will, the intense admiration for me that I know so well. 

Just One

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Just one kiss is all it will take to remove my tears from my face. Just one kiss from your smooth silken lips is the one thing that I miss. Just one kiss that will do to chase away all my blue. Just one kiss on my cheek is more than enough to make my knees go weak.Just one kiss upon my skin will make the sun finally shine again.


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Surreal or absolute? What inside this room will tell the truth. Trapped inside this universe seems to be such a curse. Wake from slumber and hear a mutter or perhaps that was a small flutter. See inside this fairy tale, see what the shadows will unveil. Much much more inside this door that you hesitate to explore.

Wake Me


Wake me from within my dream, let me feel you kiss away my screams. Touch me gently with your gliding hands, as if you are in a fragile meadowland. Open my eyes and my heart, promise me that you shall not part. Breezy kisses that I feel makes me think this dream is surreal. So wake me from this promised land and I will be all I can.



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At attention for the light, my happy soul is burning bright.Surrounded by others I can hear them now but, I imagine not one conscious being is close to me. The sun is mine and I belong to it, seems such a natural fit. From dawn til dusk our affair is delightful and at the witching hour becomes so daunting. I close my eyes and force my slumber for when I wake my searching soul finds you.

B is for Bluebell


Am I dreaming or is that you? I hear sweet bells of love so true. Am I dreaming or was that your honeyed kisses that I feel? They taste  so candied as if you knew. Am I dreaming? If it  is true please do not wake me from this blissful blue.

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Buzzing Flowers


On a bright Springy day I found myself thinking what before me must lay. I jumped out of bed,  prettied up and grabbed ahold of my coffee cup. A sense of boredom flashed through my mind but I swept it away and prepared for this dawn to dark. Rushed out the door as one always does but wait…did I hear a mourning dove? I raised my head to get a view and what I seen was a field of flowers buzzing like bumble bees not only a few.



Crisp and cool yet warm at the same time is this feeling of mine. Antiques we may be but our roots are strong. Year after year we open our hearts without fear of harm. Full of excitement just to bloom. The sun we worship but glow under the moon.

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