Love is: hugs and kisses at the door,
thinking your mate loves you more,
pleasures of both felt by each,
waiting hands always in reach,
arms that hold and squeeze just right,
dozing embraced till the morning light,
discovering beauty with every move,
every song sharing the groove,
time apart passes far too slow,
time together is all systems go,
troubles fade when the other’s near,
smiles continuous with never a tear,
laughter erupts at the littlest of things,
love is the joy that it brings.
The sun’s setting on a beautiful day.
A beautiful night’s on its way.
A beautiful women’s by my side.
A beautiful love we cannot hide.
The stars shine to light-up the night.
My heart lights up when she’s in sight.
Our faces light-up when each we see.
My world lights up cos she’s with me.
Our evenings consumed with passion and play.
Our dreams consumed with visions of our day.
Consumed by each other we’re never to stray.
Our lives consumed and there’s no better way.
Sunny faces thrills with light.
Beauty shining stills the blight.
Colors bright warm the heart.
Day and night life is art.
All or part, time’s to keep.
End’s a start, beginnings to seek.
Shallow or deep, consume we will.
Time’s to weep when time we kill.
She’s the radiance of a sunset,
I hope to never end.
She’s the softness of a petal,
on the rose I’d love to send.
My imagination hears her voice,
with every gentle breeze.
My life would fill with thank you’s,
if only I could please.
Sun’s soon to rest
Moon’s on the rise
Stars to gaze
Soon we’re to sleep
The vision stays
Shades of perfection –
a pause for reflection.
Softness felt on shapely curves,
a goddess of light, calming nerves.
Time stands still shaped in stone.
A memory forged, never alone.
Shadows illuminate visions anew.
Shades of perfection – as are you!
Special thanks to the unknown photographer and inspirational model 🙂
Daily poetry’s flowing free.
It’s the thought of you and me.
A dream come true, I couldn’t foresee.
She’s a vision of loveliness if ever there be.
This wonderful surge came surprisingly,
though an end will come to this writing spree.
But my love will keep, I hope you see.
The only limit is my longevity.
With beauty comes love.
With nature comes peace of mind.
Both come change with force.
Heaven or hell is.
It’s the instant before death.
Pre and post a guess.
Running on empty,
writing talk of walk the walk,
while crawling on full.
With bay breezes to call our own,
we savored the scents of flora unknown.
We explored a “cottage” of comfort and beauty,
though none as splendid as the beauty with me.
With green eyes glowing and blonde hair flowing,
hand in hand our two hearts knowing.
We’ve art and nature and the joy it brings,
a victrola played and to me she sings.
The colors of spring remind me or you.
Every blossom blooms a more beautiful hue.
Lives nurturing nature creates each day anew.
And their kaleidoscope of joy shared, as you do.
She’s spring green eyes and azalea lips,
rosy cheeks and fertile hips.
Her beauty’s beheld, never to pluck;
this clover found is my good luck.
You’re lovely from afar, sublime when held.
Eyes and lips meet, our passion’s compelled.
Two souls touching and our longings quelled.
Our time shared as one is life propelled.
life, love, compassion and strife.
The now’s past and future.
Dues paid for a past.
Interest earned fading fast.
Futures lie; time’s spent.
Minds flourish. Bodies relent.
Visions wane blurring cracks.
Wisdom grown upon our backs.
Beauty’s felt all around.
Epiphany’s final, peace found.
welcome the day. Stars outshined
as ocean to bay.
What’s a cameo
with only one layer showing?