Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
When my damaged heart can find no sustained relief you are what my old soul needs to shake me from my grief.
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.
An evening meditation gives me the gift of a rainbow. Behind my veiled eyes, the colors burst forth in a brilliant promise of hope and love. I linger here, in the colors of my mind, waiting as they fade and disperse into the ether.
Strolling along the River Seine amid shimmering puddles of rain soaked leaves marveling we are here in this city that never sleeps.
Be still my thudding heart for there is magic above lurking in his veiled eyes seeking the meaning of love.
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