Loves' Ecstasy

She whispered to him, “are you ready for me?” smiling wide eyed.

He said, “I’m not sure, maybe.” grinning.

The candle blown out,

but the passions continued to burn.

Lingering kisses upon his lips,

trailing fingers,

she makes him tremble.

Music plays,

her eyes shine,

a shadowy moon.

Bodies in rythmic motion.

His emotions overwhelming,

seeing her in a new light,

desire he can’t fight.

Her fingers intertwining,

she pulls him closer.

He whispered to her, “are you ready for me?” smiling wide eyed.

She said, “ I’m not sure, maybe” grinning.

Softly lit silhouettes their forms, embracing,

eyes focused looking deep within,

he whispers again, “ I love this state…you have me in.”

Lingering kisses upon her lips,

trailing fingers,

he makes her tremble.

Music plays,

his eyes shine,

a shadowy moon,

gravitational pull, in emotion,

he holds her heart,

in a new light.

Desire she can’t fight.

His fingers intertwining,

he pulls her closer.

Sweet sighs in passionate dance.

Loves’ ecstasy,

leaves them breathless…

loves’ intimate romance….

leaves them wanting more.

They softly whisper…

kiss.

Author Unknown

An old carved walnut box, sat collecting dust in a corner.

Her many words, desires, dreams, passion and love.

She passed by it, many times, without ever stopping to read the words she wrote.

She held them there in thought, recanting imagery in what they were made of.

She picks up a book, “Author Unknown”, and begins to read,

like reading her own thoughts, vivid detail coming into view.

So much parallel to her own dreams, desires, passion,

like a plagiarism of her heart….yet no one ever knew.

Kept tucked away, for many years, with others piling up as time passed by.

She shared many, but not the ones in the old carved walnut box,

they were for her eyes only,

the parts that kept her shadowed in mystery.

This writer, “Author Unknown”

words stepped into her memory,

pulling out visions, emotions felt so deep,

written and rewritten,

pieces of her life she wanted to keep.

Words not exact, but familiarity so strong,

she stares at the box, sitting for so long.

Maybe just maybe, it is time now to share.

Warm light pours through her window,

a whisper and a soft touch,

as though someone was there.

An old carved walnut box,

covered in dust,

a book, “Author Unknown”

she opens up, within herself, trust.

Lovemaking Silhouette

Clouds drifting through,

patches of sky, deepening blue.

Wisps of willows, dancing,

she sits in thoughts of him,

romancing.

Stormy gray, shadows of light,

dark silhouettes, in the onset of night.

Upon a dream, with wide eyes,

streams glisten, the eagle cries.

His voice drifting through,

patches of sky, his eyes, deepening blue.

Kisses stormy gray, shadows of light,

their sihouettes dance ‘neath the willows in the onset of night.

Clouds drifting through,

upon a cherry blossom, droplets gently land.

She sees the twisting branches,

feels the touch of his hand.

Stormy gray, shadows of light,

Wisps of willows, dancing,

their dark silhouettes, making love, in the onset of night,

upon a dream, with wide eyes, thoughts of him,

romancing.

Broken Floor Boards

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“You musn’t cry miss,
please don’t cry miss. I’ve saved for you a ration of my bread.”
“Its okay miss, I’ll stay by you miss.”
the words, the young boy said.

“My ma and pa, miss,
said with you, I musn’t speak,
it is war miss, it is war miss,
and you are the ones the uniforms seek.”

“I don’t care miss, I’ll bide my time miss,
I’ll be here for you anyway,
I’ll hide you miss, I’ll hide you,
‘neath the broken floor boards,
a small hollow in my room, miss, for you to safely stay.”

The siren sound,
the siren sound,
echoes through the emptying town.
A sad song, a sad song,
huddling close,
as planes crash down.

Years to pass, years to pass.
“Ma and pa, are gone.
Seems endless miss, seems endless miss,
the guns and suits still carry on.”

“I don’t care miss, I’ll bide my time miss,
I’ll be here for you anyway,
I’ll hide you miss, I’ll love you miss,
‘neath the broken floor boards,
a small hollow in my room,
if it need be miss, if it need be miss,
‘til my dying day.”

“The gunfire has ceased miss,
please take my hand miss,
hold it ‘til time for us comes to an end.
I’ll be here for you miss,
I’ll be here for you miss,
you are my love,
you are my friend.

Years to pass, years to pass,
calmer winds blowing through,
remembering, remembering.
when skies were darkened, destructive reign,
now clear, the days’ view.

“Hold my hand miss,
hold my hand miss, I’ll love you ‘til time’s end
She whispers, she whispers, “I’ve saved for you a ration, of sweet bread,
just for you my love, just for you, my friend.”