Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
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.
“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.
Drowning in amber velvet of his golden eyes as torrid heat radiates from his unwavering gaze she yearns to feed the fire smoldering in his thighs.
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