The day of lovers.

The day of lovers.

Some say, 'oh' love

Is just a fantasy,

A dream, a fable never known.

The tale of happiness,

Lost in time,

Where sweethearts cannot share,

Undying passionate embrace,

Nor smile,

So fond of place not etched

On face.

What then can be

Our lovers vow,

Where we become,

Devoted to each other,

Somehow?

To fill the void of being alone,

And set our love

On fire, to burn the stone

Single-dom had shown,

Where we now build,

Our love a home....

Oh so fragile.

Oh so fragile.

Soft is how I see these lines,

Sensual a neckline that pulse defines.

Rubbed the form of love allowing,

Round the orbs my eyes adoring.

Fine are the strands of auburn hair,

Fancy my chances of your tender care.

Coffee the aroma underlining grace,

Captivated by details spread across your face.

Bound by craving to hold your hand,

Begging that desire you could understand.

Melted in heart, like saint Catherine,

Meaningful hopes are that you'd be mine.

Drawn to you by art and the craft,

Deeper than a cavern down a pothole shaft.

Trials for a life without a heart,

Tested on solid foundations, a place to start.

Jumping down into the love of agile,

Joined by a lover who's so very fragile.

The Russian.

   The Russian.

Smooth,

faultless, sleek as satin,

glides upon the cushion,

fills the room with warmth,

tests the edges of adoration,

builds such desire,

formidable as one great nation.

Healing,

sickness for a maddening world,

light and love beheld as one,

something incredible yet to run,

beating fast a hearts desire,

held for trust,

to explode with love, creating fire.

Animal,

notions of how fun could be,

deep in wells beneath the sea,

shinning for a time still to come,

beheld by this beauty's power,

caught by delight,

to witness how such a love will flower.

Glory,

holding, relaxed and sated,

believing that love is ever solid,

lost in passion to come again,

filled, what never could be whole,

her beauty arrives,

to steal my heart and soul.

The ballerina of love.

Cloudier day.

Cloudier day.

Ashen, cold,

the fearful sky.

Once warmer a sunset,

before I die.

Stolen glance,

the greyness came,

chance to live again,

drive me insane.

Foiled, dampness,

will cleanse elsewhere,

laying beneath my dream,

coveted, her air.

Fiercely torrid

passion cannot die,

when I glanced thunder,

my little eye.

Rolling torrents

fill heavens eye.

The clouds so evil,

shall now testify.

Bold, brassy

she draws near,

when raindrops begin falling,

fighting a tear.

Gunmetal grey,

plummeting in dread.

The eyes haunting look,

what I've read.

Stained, sullied

a fossil's desire,

beauty born on clouds,

taken me higher.

Unfaithful, loyal

heaven and hell,

clouds taking over, because

of her smell.

Polite, bad-mannered

release coming slowly,

heaven's please give me,

something so holy.

Taken, mistaken

will of desire,

below clouds of darkness,

insipid the fire.

Wanting, craving

monster or master,

will being this helpless

lead to disaster?

Time, space

beating with thunder,

decisions of virtue, what

I now wonder.

Breaking, shaking

day now arrives,

accepting my fate, is

what now survives.

Heat, testing

truth of desire,

taking the plunge, is

walking on fire.

To-ing, fro-ing

heart bringing love,

downpour of sadness comes,

from up above.

Older, younger,

days to remember,

clouds came and went,

deep darkness December.

Unknown, unheard

trinity brings light,

lying 'neath the silver,

naked to sight.

Petals, peal,

coursing in veins,

blessed by how awesome,

the power remains.

Slick, soft,

pouring out dampness,

bathed in pale glow,

feeling of success.

Evil, smiling,

watching me suffer,

testing metal, if I

still love her.

Hope, rising,

coated 'neath thunder,

days of endless betrothing,

seeing my wonder.

Storm, passing,

greyness shall pass,

life now rejoices, I'm

watching her ass....

Beauty, wonder,

now being restored,

storm clouds are passing, when

love is adored...!

'M'

And then....

    And then....

smooth, fluttering,

tense, kindness in eyes

a hotness coming back,

the silent wind will crack!

swan lake,

not so fake, or tired

alone in the moment

where light became supreme.

sculpted by desire,

higher to a passion

of loving the demure,

death could be my cure.

serene, the dream

a scent of fragrant hair,

flowing everywhere, my mind

begotten what I'll find.

something clean, lines

rhymes and dancing smiles,

taught to one who

cared for your heart.

scandal or surprise

longing in my eyes,

clamped between your thighs,

breathless as thundered skies.

spirit to be daring,

where our love comes caring

and laying close beside

where togetherness shall abide.

Sun had come, shining,

the essence love refining

wondrousness here defining

and then,

and then I saw you smiling...!

Crapetyville

Crapetyville

stupid does what stupid can,

for they hold on to triviality..

see them fall beneath a pressure,

hear them whinge for some clarity..

let these souls find desperation,

their lives are tawdry and stained..

sad they do not learn honour,

or save their knowledge safe..

all you'll hear from stupid,

is commentary on the benign..

nothing new is created to share,

except the folly and more despair..

shame knoweth not by stupidity,

or the remorse of being disloyal..

cold are hearts in stupid people,

for they have no concern for love......