Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
Touch me in my secret place only you know the divine one that which makes my heart race Leaving me muddled, all undone.
It began with nothing more than a smile followed by an innocent hello and hello a spectral voice calling out of thin air a seraphic song playing in my lost soul.
Bare feet peek red toes on white sheets the essence of living with his wild gypsy woman dancing in rhythm
Fill my bared vessel with your fresh wine with reverence, I moan please, please me delight me with this gift from the divine for you’ve found my passionate love key.
She sways with a delicate dancers grace balanced between truth and bright dreams In vain, she searches for his shadowed face.
She dreams in bright mosaic hues of her phantasmic earthbound soul prisms of dancing rainbows to amuse exposing emotions, an attempt to cajole.
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