Things sometimes occur when you're not thinking; The meaningful minutes always seem shaped by silence and steady shifts of light. Here, where words dominate, I find the time to praise, to love, those puzzles of the heart. It is a small piece Of a larger whole
Some say it doesn't matter what you write as long as it makes some sort of sense. You must treat each word as if it were a lover's touch; grasping at an insight unseen. The world will be kind to your efforts. The poet in you speaks softly; tending the garden by lamp-light.
The moon is a sliver-full tonight.... ....Say what you want...:
a physically impossible picture concentrated upon your most private of parts.
My eyes drink you in filling in the spaces as slowly as I can. Now,
Your sexy self, reclines, shines, and unfurls itself. I can feel you, at the top of my head, now; reaching forward, reaching out, making yourself whole. A real love, steeped, like honey in my tea.... ...Imagine, all of this
I'll tell you what I think of you, and you'll smile to hear me say it. When I tell you, I love you, you'll believe it, no questions asked, no need; only your heart to tell you the truth. Here you are, where I've waited, so patiently:
My words of love are strewn here, reaching out, here.
With the daylight fading, wind through my window, and the sound of your footsteps, the beat of my heart, upon the front walk. That's everything, and you.
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