Waking Autumn
When I recall the quiet noise of morn
The days I pine, the darker eyes that loom
Ask less my mind, for when I in a gloom
It is the sky I seek to slow forlorn
The memory a haunt of sorrow found,
As lives we sow are asked to further go.
Beyond the real of the love we know
Is sunlight sure to welcome saner ground.
In between slats of home a golden air
Bemuse fear of letting go, losing her
For it is beautiful the morning stir
Of golden leaves – descend summer’s ware.
So when in the morning sun I wake alone
Her elegance in brilliant sky be shown.
Certain Beauty in Repose
Might words draw an artwork around her beauty,
She beget that fair that will cause eye sudden stir.
A man’s glance to ask for sunlight in a stream
Would accentuate sensuality ease frivolity.
Oh then we do wonder what words exist in her,
When in watch, she will heads turn it seem.
A walk would give light to her every step
As perhaps imagine linens do tease inside
A world of private affair, only meant for one.
In that integrity of Grace, we might worship
A sinewy storm of her surreal glance aside
A measured smile, a breeze in privacy undone.
We would that opportunity survey elegance
With eye alive, I do delight we share a glance.
Sunlight Serenade
Those are the days,
afternoons, the twilight beckoning a red sky,
it is the morning after,
while the children play, the people in their privacy
imagine a softer tone, a melody, a crystal montage,
cascades the mind with brilliance, enticing energy.
Walked outside today in an array of surreal,
the heat a fire on my skin,
the people nearby with an extra step,
all gloominess aside,
there is a rendezvous with beauty,
awaiting anyone across any avenue.
I would stand the heat,
play with the magical sense of this mystique,
turns heads, allows fantasy, creates
moments.
I would stand upon the highest ridge,
to only proclaim the beauty of this
possibility.
I would give her my heart, my soul
already being cradled inside the mystery of time.
Oh to know the response her sweet manner
will give the world around,
when in quiet repose,
she does dance elegant
letting the rays of heat’s sensuality
light her center on fire.
Good Morning Eyes
If I close my eyes, travel I will
across horizons to a visual sea
nearby sunlight will let me see
beauty rise in eyes so still
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her world around is asleep while
notions perhaps beg for response
lying within her own personal chance,
a mystique in sensuality will while
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away morning minutes, where all
measure is beauty in her space,
in manner of delight, sweet pace;
whispers across ceilings so tall
~
makes allowance for her senses.
Awaken to a cool morning sunrise,
sweet golden skin accentuates eyes
closed to enhance her stir, gasps intense …
~
safe, secure with only quiet release
offers elegance, her own form in peace.
Beautiful Energy in Sunlight
The day began with streaking rays that speak so clearly,
time is right to delight the eyes of all our fears
We are a naturally driven society delicious and surly
with that need to recognize beauty has tears
If my heart feels this way in the dawn of any storm
I’m sure of my need to be somewhat cured
of that ailment that suggests I medically conform,
yet this ain’t no ailment; this heat is preferred.
Look about the world around and rather than dissuade
oh believe truly the positive vibe sings design
to delight in one another, appreciate how we persuade
as soulful the human condition is just fine
Honest to the core I can seldom move with such release
of sunlight’s summer rays upon her sweet lovely peace!
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* photo courtesy of Shutterstock
Silly Afternoon Pleasures
Loving couple holding hands and sunset
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When we did find grass in our hair,
walking away,
the moment in memory,
a matted reminder, share your eyes,
I will follow with every twist and turn,
begin perhaps today on a naked thigh,
while fingertips travel tease
inside shorts worn suggestive,
to have me inside you
when the time might be right.
Your hand lingering in my hair,
laying back on the cool grass,
smiling to the baking sun above,
I would move my lips further,
to lift your shirt to taste more skin,
more pleasure, more gasps, more real,
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all the nights I would sit at home
wondering if we might ever have this
opportunity, this time.
My time, as I didn’t know your needs
might be offered to my wishes
in such a sunny delight of nature’s place
in that surreal scheme of making love.
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We walked with hands intermingled, clasped
with smiles suggestive. Need there be more?
