She stood there
eyes locked on his
brilliant light
of another life
rumbling memories
of once upon a time
palpitations
of nights long disappeared
sighing sounds
of love breaths
put to rest
perfumed scent
of what he could never
have again
*
©MidwestFantasy
09/16/2018
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If you could take me
to the limit
how high would we soar?
Would wings fly us
over days needing to be
abandoned, left behind
in ashes?
Would clouds float us
through rivers of sorrow
into waterfalls gushing pure, crystal joy?
Would you hands become
saviors of my flesh
climbing with me
until we fall
into ecstasy’s sudden sighs
catapulting into star highways
of divine pleasure?
If you could take me
to the limit
how high would be soar?
*
©MidwestFantasy
08/29/2018
She wrote love letters
the color of leaves
verdant green
of new beginnings
ambers and golds
of twilight heartbeats
burgundies and magentas
of deep, rich passion
varied shades
of long days together
and years she would never forget
*
©MidwestFantasy
08/05/2018
Tell me again…
Where your fingers
wish to wander
Where your lips
long to nibble
Where your tongue
prefers to tickle
Where your body
craves my warmth
Where your heart
aches to rest
Where your soul
yearns to lie
forever and a day
*
©MidwestFantasy
07/18/2018
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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
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 💗)
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