Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
I see you, standing there with your passionate eyes feasting on my supple body a steady throbbing deep inside do you want this maiden fair?
Come frolic my love cool Spring breezes whispering hot passion stolen under bright stars canopy sway my darling, to our song.
Sweet heart o’ mine, hear my yearning plea staring into your star struck eyes give me absolute hope, set my soul free to soar high in clouded lapis sky.
Be still my thudding heart for there is magic above lurking in his veiled eyes seeking the meaning of love.
The lion hungered for the rose for she was his only obsession the alluring scent of her was all around as her petals unfolded.
Recent Comments