Author: Rhymesalot

Wishing Wishes True

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I wish to taste a million flavors on your luscious lips.
A million kisses needed between the nibbles and sips.
I wish a millennium for our wishes to come true.
Forever, I wish to savor all the flavors of you.

~*~
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Realism

Love is an abstract.
Feelings flutter to distract.
Time passes to parts unknown.
Thoughts of another, ego’s grown.

It’s as undefinable as an alien code.
Like a funky beat to a Shakespearean ode.
Or a Rembrandt with a Picasso tone.
In love lines blurred but never alone.

~*~
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Visions of Another’s Morn

Fog slowly lifting, there’s a chill in the air.
Ocean breezes billowing through tousled hair.
Footsteps on an endless beach led to today.
Horizons coming into view, here we will stay.

~*~
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Cycles

My words of late soon to fade,
the feelings felt forever made.
While ups and downs come and go,
waves of wonder we’ll come to know.

~*~
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Morning Triku #162 ~ Consensus

Asking…

There’s some consensus
that answers are relative
and coherent
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Don’t Ask?

There’s no consensus
that less thought is better taught
or conservative
~

Ask!

There is consensus
that resistance isn’t yes
or consensual

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Silence Roars

I love her body close to mine,
entwined are we in endless time.
Breathless kissing, tongues tenderly touch,
minds roving, feeling much.
Sighs and moans, giggles and purrs,
yet the silence tells me I’m hers.

~*~
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Dream Reality

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Soar with me my dragonfly.
We’ll journey to a distant sea.
Where the Mer folk swim effortlessly,
in this sea Mer’s too we shall be.
There to venture most happily,
awash in time, floating blissfully.

Then to walk we will in loving tranquility.
On paths uncharted we’ll roam free.
We’ll dance on rainbows days not sunny.
Our mind’s impassioned, bodies tingly.
To soar, you and me, we’ll dream reality.
And in age we’ll see. timelessly.

~*~
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Wrapping

Flowers sent in secret.
My love exclaimed without regret.
Words to let your heart know,
my loving arms won’t let you go.

~*~
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The Cure

To all the mothers now and those who came before,
you’ve created life and gifted pure.
Without your love this world’s unsure.
Without you, there’s none to adore.

~ Happy Mother’s Day ~

🙂

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A Short Story of Happenstance

With a tripod stance plus three legged pants the three foot boy didn’t dare to dance.
Then a two foot girl crossed paths by chance and this five foot pair fated gladly for wonderful romance. While the girl’s six foot mom felt only positive’s enhance. Her seven foot dad, negative and mad, pounded the boy into trance. Minus teeth but divided not, away the happy couple did eventually prance.

~ the
End ~

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Flowing

With each new day my heart does glow.
With each new day our love does grow.
With every second my mind does know,
time with you my blood does flow.

~*~
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Also Words

Morning’s here, no words in view.
Though the day’s young and I’ll think of you.
Thinking of you and the things we do.
Not just sneaking kisses but other things too.

~*~
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Incomparable

My days filled with gold, jewels and art.
Yet the time I crave is near your heart.
For the material ultimately bores, then sold.
A love that sparkles never gets old.

~*~
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Reminisce

Time apart is to reminisce,
of the times we hug and kiss.
Or the time’s we sit and talk,
or hand in hand on a walk.
Or maybe to plan what next to do,
though all time’s memorable when with you.

~*~
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Missing Missing

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Time together at the old town beach,

endless waves within our reach,

though sunsets and rainbows often missed.

Memories made of those times we’ve kissed.

~*~

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Thirsting

Coffee, Coke or a tea and honey treat,
last sips savored though some bittersweet.
With those last sips goodbyes soon follow.
Then again I thirst for your taste to swallow.

~*~
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Slip & Fall

Hand in hand and misbehavin’.
Time together is what I’m cravin’.
Lip to lip our heartbeats skip,
cheek to cheek in dreams we’ll slip.

~*~
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Salivating

Magicians, Beauticians or a nuclear technician;
Waiters all are we in this timely transition,
waiting from birth for sublime justification,
resting eternally with cosmic salvation.

Lying in wait for a future incarnation,
floating high with delicious damnation,
blatantly we borrow for ageless hibernation.
But the past is now for a next generation.

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Technologystication

At those times I’m feeling alone.
I find your pictures in my phone.
I’ll send a text to say “I love you”.
And you’ll reply “I love you too”.

~*~
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Perfect Ends Perfect Beginnings

A Sunday sunset burst in pastel haze
fading slowly into violets and grays.
Dazed, a pink moon rose in celestial majesty.
This world now out shined for all to see.

Climbing silently over old roofs with leaks,
over the gables of ages and chimney peaks.
In blackness spires spied from the grave.
Leafless limbs shatter this image to save.

A puffy patchwork lace glows with absorption.
Wavy glazing enhances with its distortion.
Betwixt this web our phloxen orb floats higher.
Distance retreats time forward, we both tire.

Starlight dreams swap this rare focal storm.
Spring’s now vaulted into the nightly norm.

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rhymesalot

Outpourings from the poor old porous mind of Steve Kittell