“And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make. “- John Lennon/Paul McCartney My darling I will leave you with this vow before I break the promise I made, so my lusty thoughts I must forsake Advertisements
Upon his lips, kissed essence of robust black coffee lingers on her tongue in harmony, mingling with the wine’s lavender syrah eyes closed, yearning for another taste of him.
Her voice rises in a fevered pitch and his a mellow timbre he cajoles to scratch her itch if she promises not to bitch.
Moonlight sighs with rose lips please kiss me
Dawn’s pink rising on the horizon as you stir in our bed I turn and trace the tattoo long graceful fingers fluttering and dancing down to your core of heat as you stumble from sleep shaking the fog from the long night quaking and…
Sweet darling, I beseech your heart do not deny love’s fragile wings as my kisses on your lips impart sweet essence of honey, gold of kings.
“The cost of flight is landing.”– Jim Harrison Love soars in on the wings of the fleet-footed god, making paupers of rich kings A petty thief, stealing as it sings, tugging at heart-strings with no thought of pain or peril.
“It is life’s work to recognize the mystery of the obvious” – Jim Harrison Why God chose the cabbage rose to smell so divine and why he invoked the purity of a white jasmine vine to arouse the senses to carry me to torrid…
“A violent windstorm the night before the solstice.”– Jim Harrison Here inside these walls where the winds can never howl entwined within your arms as the world outside tears asunder in majestic wonder of a monsoon rain.
“I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow by I don’t know what.”- Jim Harrison Eyes enrapt a vision in lace clad flesh fueling fiery imagination of entwined limbs, supple skin the lightest touch sensual urgent stare.
This heart I give you as red fire sun sinks low in the evening sky Accept your fate, for love must not wait nor beg me the question as to why.
When the willows weep at night they call to the flower moon Come and spread your light through our slender tendrils as beetles scurry underfoot banish the deepening gloom.