He’s the
rugged of mountains
strength of thunder
force of rolling seas
capturing me
like a maiden
needing rescue
protecting me
like a treasure
for all ages
*
©MidwestFantasy
07/07/2018
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Pink Girl
Pink Girl
As soon as she entered his life, he called her his Pink Girl. There was something about her and pink that went together so well. And she wore it like it was hers and hers alone. Blush pink, dark pink, polka dot pink, streaked pink. It absolutely swirled his mind like cotton candy being fluffed around a cone.
He sighed in her sweetness, the delicate, sugary taste of her kiss melting on his tongue. His hands coveted rose petal soft skin tinged with warm flush of passion in afternoon sun. His heart erratically beat trying to find a rhythm matching the beauty before him. Never was there enough of her.
Falling deeper and deeper, he blissfully sank into her clouds, carried away to castle kingdoms where pink gardens held her fragrance while he held the perfect bloom.
©MidwestFantasy
06/25/2018
(I saw a prompt today for Pink Girl on Twitter for #WrittenRiver. I have so many ideas running around my head with this one, but I decided to just start with this in a quick write. It is just a snippet. Interested to see what you think as this varies a bit from my usual poetry. I wonder if it has any potential…Always welcome your comments and thoughts 💗)
Breathe
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Our Moments
If I close my eyes
I drift in moments
we made ours
in confines of
two bodies
two minds
one secret world
clouded with
lust-filled hands
life saving kisses
intense sounds of pleasure
pounding waves of unforgettable
and honesty
pure honesty
in its most naked, raw form
©MidwestFantasy
05/01/2018
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Her Question
I asked,
Are you willing
to dance with my wind?
*
He answered,
I am the branch
swaying any direction
your whispered breezes
take me
*
©MidwestFantasy
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(This is one written a while ago but seemed to touch quite a few Twitter readers, so I thought I’d share it here.)
I Am The Story
I am the story
in your eyes
open before you today
as you search
for tomorrow
you read each line and word
linger in the details
roll and tumble in the turmoil
touch the tenderness
kiss the nuances
ride the winding path
dance in the every day
turn the pages slowly
devour their message completely
absorb every blot of ink
with everything you are
until at last
sated with my ending
©MidwestFantasy
04/01/2018
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