He was not
a silver lining
but one of
deep, dark velvet
*
a softness
with secrets tucked
within folds
peeking out
over edges
*
a richness
sliding over my palms
untold stories
slipping between fingers
*
an honestness
baring fantasies
dark finding light
inviting my own
to play
*
an exoticness
of woven intricacies
wrapping my mind
while urging
my fervid desires
be cloaked
within his own
©MidwestFantasy
03/26/2018
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Your warm breath
blanketing my neck
goosebumps rising
on eager flesh
*
summer breeze
inviting me
bare my skin of truth
and soul
open who I am
to your heart
and longing lips
and impatient hands
let go fears
and doubts
embrace the beauty
of desire and need
our inner selves beg
of each other
*
I inhale
the wind’s advice
shed the binds
of mind and past
free the hidden ache
and all of me
becomes now yours
©MidwestFantasy
03/22/2018
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His love
could only be colored
red
*
Deep, rich
flawlessly solid
steadfast in purity
unmatched by others–fainter, weaker
bold against storms
bright in serene calm
*
Red
was the love
she deserved
02/14/2018
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I watched the sunrise
awaken the valley
of her nude beauty
picturesque landscape
I have traversed and loved
so many morns and nights
and I thanked the gods
for offering me
nature’s most beautiful gift~
Woman
©MidwestFantasy
01/06/2018
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Another piece where I write from the point of view of a male. I still like doing this and hope it doesn’t seem odd. It’s just that I wish so many times for a man to feel, think, or act like my words. My guess is, many of you men do. And women thank you for that.
She was a mess
of sugar cookie sweetness
with the spice of ginger snap
and all he could do
was love her more
every day
©MidwestFantasy
12/18/2017
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Lay me down
Where wild roses grow
Like imagination with wings
Boundaries none
And then…
Love me that very same way
©MidwestFantasy
12/15/2017
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