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I love she who is like a drop of cleansing rain Glistening and cerulean Sliding against my tainted skin I love she whose eyes are viridescent jewels Wordlessly speaking and perceiving Piercing into my darkest corners I love she whose heart sings compassionately Even when wounded Granting solace and peace and hope I love she…

The Lips or the Eyes

Within my mind Doth the quandary arise; Which mesmerizes most, The lips or the eyes?   Viridescent diamonds. Coruscate stare. Arresting and piercing In pulchritude. Rare.   The lips tho’ too Are beauty besides. As lovely to see As much as the eyes.   Softer than sunset Painting the sky. The taste of eternity Upon…

Ode to a Viridescent Dream

My days don’t start til I see those gems behind her lids My breath can’t catch without her givin’ me a kiss And every day I go without her touch my heart  starts to split Ipanema’s got nothin’ on my chick The white sand that glitters with crushed glass can’t compare To the crème of her…

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My love for you is a raging inferno The burn agonizingly exquisite. It sears my skin and scorches my soul– To think I’d nearly missed it.   Exquisite

Kismet

A hundred years from now when your soul has taken shape anew I will still know you. Whether you are a star, a cloud, or a drop of fresh morning dew I will hear your heart and I will know you. If I have no eyes to see or ears to hear you too I will taste…

Writing is my Superpower

Magicians can change water into wine. Alchemist make lead from gold. Musicians turn poetry into sound, But writers weave dreams into words.   Superpower

Books

Delved deep in thoughts Of twisting plots. Dreams are weaved With eyes wide shut. Flipping pages Told of Ages Far removed, but ne’er forgot.   Treasure

Filthy

I want to do things to you that will make the devil blush. I want to taint and corrupt you. I want to make your skin crawl and your tongue tingle. I want to touch you. Let me just once touch you.   Filthy

In His Shoes

Stepped in his shoes And tied the laces Grabbed a tie The worn briefcases Lined beside Dad’s office desk With papers stacked high on the shelf Took up his pipe And lit it then He’s ready for life to begin   In The Style Of

Tainted

Her tongue touched me Her teeth pierced my flesh Her fingers caressed me and, now that I’ve been tainted by her hunger, She’s soiled me. I’m possessed.   Filthy

Tart

A floozy and a tart was what the people liked to call her Just because she played the field to see what they could offer She didn’t need a man a ring or any type of label Just wanted what she wanted and she thought she should be able. Maybe if she’d been a guy…

When Cherry Blossoms Bloom

Beautiful Blossoms Bloom Beneath Boughs of Budding parts   Pure Petals Pepper Paths where Playful children dart   Light and Lilting Laughs Liven Love and Life and Hearts.   Vegetal