His hands
never left her skin
seeking sanctuary
in the bliss of a woman
~
nowhere would he
rather wander
rather stay
than in the warmth
and soft comfort
of a god-given gift
called “her”
*
©MidwestFantasy
December 2019
His hands
never left her skin
seeking sanctuary
in the bliss of a woman
~
nowhere would he
rather wander
rather stay
than in the warmth
and soft comfort
of a god-given gift
called “her”
*
©MidwestFantasy
December 2019
Winds of chaos
bourbon no ice
cotton candy eyes
glitter spilled giggles
swirls of “oh no”
shimmies of “let’s dance”
slow gin fizzles
sultry jazz sways
enigma riveting his eyes
woman he could not stop chasing
*
©MidwestFantasy
July 2019
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She felt like a ruby sunset
warm with rich reds
soft as night’s kiss
painting of artistry
from head to toe
*
©️MidwestFantasy
July 2019
He couldn’t help but stare
astounded by this creature
like an exotic bird
who fluttered into his life
rare
fascinating
colorful
elegant
she possessed
what no other had
wore it proudly
without shame
yet with softness
in hues of blue eyes
you could not cage
such exquisite originality
but he could
love
adore
and worship with honor
this precious gift of her
*
©MidwestFantasy
May 2019
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You read between my curves
along lines soft and feminine
turn pages of me over and over
as if you’ll see something new
you missed before
you find deep meaning
under the surface of my skin
delve into chapters
I have shown no one
Book of Me
open and ready for you
*
©MidwestFantasy
May 2019
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Zip
of her dress
shoulders
back
hips
revealed
curved beauty
he worshipped
*
©MidwestFantasy
February 2019
Touch me
the way
you touch
a flower’s petals
explore
the softness of me
wanting you
©️MidwestFantasy
February 2019
Raw wild beauty
wrapped in untamed soul
simmering, fiery heart
burning flame
flickering warmth
fierce passion
grabbing life
dancing free
upon the moon
unbridled joy
singing in eyes
blue with ocean’s depth
flower
of the earth
unclaimed prize
of the gods
*
©MidwestFantasy
January 2019
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The bourbon burn…
HER
Slow and sultry
the kind
you can’t explain
but crave to feel
need to feel
every sip
a high
no one ever told you
existed
*
©MidwestFantasy
December 2018
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He painted her
stroke by stroke
making love to canvas
like he made love to her
adoration for lines and soft curves
reverence for skin’s colors
light bringing her to life
worship for beauty in female form
bringing man such mystifying joy
*
©MidwestFantasy
November 2018