Your Beauty

• When I speak of your beauty,
• I speak not of that which time,
• Like some unwelcomed guest
• Arrives to steal away.
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• I speak of that
• Which cannot be measured,
• Or weighed,
• By human hands.
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• I speak of your warmth
• Like that of welcomed sunshine
• On a frosty, winter morning.
• I speak of your fragrance
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• Like the smell of cool, crisp air
• After a short, April shower.
• I speak of your taste,
• Like that of ice-cold lemonade,
• 
  
• On a hot, steamy night.
• I speak of your color,
• Like that of the first blue bonnet
• Swimming in a sea of green.
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• But in the end
• I realize that no one word,
• Or sentence can fully capture
• The essence of who you are.
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• For to fully appreciate you,
• One must experience you,
• Like the vinter tasting
• The first glass of new wine.

Love's Afterglow

• I love to see you sensually draped,
• In the after glow of love’s refrain.
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• The tresses of your brown hair,
• Disheveled by uncontrolled desires,
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• Luscious lips that once wore red
• Now lie pale, naked and silent,
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• The gentle breathing of your tanned body
• Glistening with drops of love’s passion,
• 
  
• Your bruised breasts seeking repose
• From amorous lips that worshiped there,
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• And your sea-green eyes now bowed
• In prayer and contemplation,
• 
  
• But on your beautiful, angelic face
• Sits a sweet smile of contentment.

Love's Sorrow

• On long, loveless winter nights,
• While lover's arms seek warm embrace,
• I lie in bed alone,
• My heart crying
• In silent torment,
• Aching for the sweet fragrance
• Of your welcoming bosom.

I Thought of You

• I thought of you today,
• as I heard the whisper of the wind
• in the rustling of autumn leaves,
• swirling, dancing and painting
• 
  
• the earth in carpets of red and gold.
• I thought of you today,
• as I saw the slow, moving V of geese
• noisily announcing their journey south,
• 
  
• dragging winter behind them.
• I thought of you today,
• as I felt the tears of gray skies,
• and the cold wind steal
• 
  
• the last trace of Indian-summer breath.
• I thought of you today;
• the promise of spring to come,
• and I smiled.

Under June's Unclouded Sky

• The delicious warmth
• Of your breath
• Has filled the summer flowers
• With moonlight dew wet.
• 
  
• And I,
• Full of love's content,
• Under June's unclouded sky
• Drink in the liquid-silver drops
• Of your love.

I Thought of You

• I thought of you today,
• as I heard the whisper of the wind
• in the rustling of autumn leaves,
• swirling, dancing and painting
• the earth in carpets of red and gold.
• 
  
• I thought of you today,
• as I saw the slow, moving V of geese
• noisily announcing their journey south,
• dragging winter behind them.
• 
  
• I thought of you today,
• as I felt the tears of gray skies,
• and the cold wind steal
• the last trace of Indian-summer breath.
• 
  
• I thought of you today;
• the promise of spring to come,
• and I smiled.

Under June's Unclouded Sky

• The delicious warmth
• Of your breath
• Has filled the summer flowers
• With moonlight dew wet.
• 
  
• And I,
• Full of love's content,
• Under June's unclouded sky
• Drink in the liquid-silver drops
• Of your love.

Desire

• My fingers
  
• Accidentally touched your hand
  
• And at that instant
  
• A charge of current
  
• Bolted up my arm,
  
• To my sleepy heart.
  
• 
  
• Breaking the rhythm of my heartbeat
  
• It palpitated out of control.
  
• I gasped for air.
  
• My vision blurred.
  
• My mind went dizzy
  
• And fear buckled my knees.
  
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• Ever since that haunting day
  
• I look
  
• For another opportunity
  
• To touch you again!
  
• And again,
  
• And again.