In Other Words

Bring no roses

Send no card

No words for

One mere day…..

 

Light candles,

Cast petals,

Pour bubbles

To filling,

Fill glasses

Of ruby,

Submersion,

Show willing.

 

Immersion

So  heated,

Eyes closing

To scene,

Search lightly,

Touch softly,

You know what

This means.

 

Ease tension,

Relax some,

Liquidity’s

Pool,

Sip, savour

Taste trodden,

Bask, sample,

Let’s duel.

 

Now pat some

To dry off,

Massage

With the oil,

Touch there, please

And there, yes!

That’s how

To spoil.

 

Now your turn,

Turn over,

Lay flat

On your face,

Kneading

With purpose,

Now deepening

The pace.

 

Turn round now

Beside me,

Lean closer,

That’s right.

So eyes meet,

Bedazzled,

A wondrous

Sight.

 

You’re glistening

With unguents

And I’m shining

Too,

Now nibble on

Strawberries,

First one,

Maybe two.

 

Share kisses

So sweetened

By fruit

And the vine,

Taste my tongue

And savour

Desire

So divine.

 

Together now,

Darling,

Let’s build

The desire

With tumbles

Of touches,

Engaging

The fire

 

Hands roaming,

So tenderly,

It tickles

Like hell,

I giggle,

Can’t help it.

You know me

So well.

 

Now kisses

Are burning,

There’s fever

Afoot,

Teeth nip

With pleasure

No acid,

This fruit.

 

It’s gorgeous,

So fulsome

And bursting

With juice,

Come, lover,

Let’s get on,

We must 

Call a truce

 

To teasing

No further,

We need to

Explore

The wonders

Of loving,

Let’s give

Some more.

 

You take me,

I take you,

We give,

We receive

Now, let’s speak,

‘I love you’.

These words,

I believe.

 

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Chair Of Dreams

There’s a chair he sits

To meditate

And speculate on life.

It’s a comfy one;

Soft, well-sprung,

Eases all day’s strife.

 

He rests his head

On cushioned pad

And closes sleepy eyes,

Lets cares of day

Melt swift away,

Thoughts turn to inner sighs.

 

A restful time,

No work in mind,

Merely moments rest,

A winsome wait, to

Imaginative state, where

Dreams replace life’s best.

 

Time passing for some seconds

Seems a lifetime

In this way.

Clock ticks the moments

Idly by,

Dreams consummate; life delay.

 

Close mind to voices,

External noises,

Let angel flutter near

With wings of portent,

Soul be sent,

Eliminate all fear.

 

There’s a chair he sits,

It looks quite plain, but

Surrealism enhances,

In quietest throes

Of deep repose,

New hope from all dreamt chances.

 

There’s a chair he sits,

And with eyes closed, so

Angel unobserved,

Blesses hopes and dreams

For him

With gestures but no word.