Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
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.
We are a beautiful hot mess entwined in a tangle of limbs wild spirits screaming yes, yes giving in to the other’s whims.
In crimson dawn’s haloed light the awakening world fills with song warblers croon as wrens take flight to soar among sun swept throngs.
Your aroma intoxicates my senses as the physical world passes us by a virile scent destroying my defenses so in your arms I’m content to lie.
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