GENTLE WHISPERS.

The heated passion
of thee, You plucked
the sun and within my
heart warmth
You gave to me.
Teasing caresses
of natures breeze,
You whispered sweet
melodies of love to me.
When days and nights
of winter there’d be
You gave me warmth:
loving touch and  the sweet
caresses; blessed togetherness.
Heated days in calming
waters I’d immerse…
the refreshing essences
of thee. Oh, Love, the
GENTLE WHISPERS
still of thee within my
heart for eternity.
©️PSA 17/1/22.

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TRANSITION.

Art of selective grounding.
Insurance of faith, hope
and love. Meetings of
mistaken identities,
subtle art of ” catch
and release;” learning
lessons – words,
actions of truth of
heart masked,
’tis cleverly disguised.
TRANSITION
the gradual journey
we all endure…
learning lessons
of life, be not of
thought unworthy
thy be; thy hopes
and dreams achievable
be.
©️PSA 2/12/21.

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THE REVEAL

It’s the silent
screams from within.
Voiceless ghosts
tsunamis, ever
increasing, ever
approaching storms
the brackish overflow;
leaking faucets
inner plumbing spent.
It’s THE REVEAL of
truth of spirit, heart
and soul; ’tis the
observing – ’tis of
abject misery:
’tis a helpless rage
of sufferance….silence
yet inner beating of
fists the bloody rage
consuming within.
It’s the ebb and flow,
the monotone of
once passionate
tangos of life –
’twas clearly seen.
Monitor of life now
silent be. ‘Tis the
dreaded flatline
’tis the sympathetic
REVEAL – ’tis the
final resting seeked.
©️PSA1/11/21.

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OF THE SOUL

Enchanting light
no longer shine
eyes brimful of
tears, eyes brimful
of fears; OF THE SOUL
oppression resides.
Lips, prisoner to
what troubles be.
Darkness, doubts,
denials….worthy the
dreaded misery.
OF THE SOUL a
suicide indeed,
for ’tis not thy worth
by which thy should
be approved but for
thy beauty of humbled
heart, soul and mind
many fail to see;
loving wonder of thee.
OF THE SOUL proof
not a need be, ’tis thy
words and actions OF
THY SOUL beauty.
©️6/11/21.

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INSATIABLE

Husky, whiskey roughened
voice…tempting, teasing
verbal intoxication.
Roughened hands so
possessively roam
galaxies for the taking,
branding by thee.
Tastes and nibbles
’tis the fruits of
erotic pleasures you
enjoy so lustily,
murmurs and groans;
pleasurable indeed.
Likewise, ruby red lips
fondle and tease
manly galaxies…
tastes and nibbles
the fruits of erotic
pleasures I enjoy
lustily, murmurs and
groans; pleasurable indeed.
Promising whispers of
sensual intent; an
orgasmic explosion
of sheer delight.
INSATIABLE the hunger
be, lovers in harmony.
©️PSA 9/11/21.

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