Once more Once more to feel your luscious lips Once more my sweet, To feel the fervor of your hips Once more, my sweet. Once more to touch your velvet skin, Once more, my sweet, To softly kiss your flawless chin, Once more, my sweet. Once more to hold you in my arms, Once more my sweet, To wallow in your countless charms, Once more my sweet. And if the moment came and past, Once more my sweet, Forgive me if I'll kindly ask, Once more my sweet.
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Sweet November I cheated myself, my sweet November, I loved, I burned and I crashed. I cried so many nights, I couldn't remember, If I was present or if I passed. I never thought you'll come along, And raise me from my kneeling, Revive my spirit that was numb Living on borrowed feelings. I've hoped for you to find me countless days, My joyful, sweet November, So I began to search for ways To end my aimless wonder. I traded, fought and struggled Giving away my freedom, And soon my soul was muddled And love was just a season. I never spoke of love again, And such affairs that render Excruciating pain. But then, You found me sweet November. Today I am as new As water rushing from the mountains, Wrapped in the miracle of you, I am as fearless as a titan. Today I'll speak of love again, As love is once more tender, And I will treasure life with you, like when You found me, sweet November.
IMAGES OF YOU Some speak of those of similar traits As they are bound to find themselves Sealed in an embrace. If I were searching For a mirrored image of myself, If I were searching in and of itself, It wouldn't be such madness. I could emphasize a multitude Of reasons why this premise Is nothing but one's nemesis, As if this true I'd be content Alone in my solitude. I will contemplate however, A sparkly mind, A mind that's never Of ordinary kind. A graceful voice, That speaks with life, Of truth and choice And love and strife. A blissful smile That warms my heart, Elegant in style Like precious art. A genuine curiosity That leads to self invention A tamed ferocity That needs no intervention. Someone that can hold my mind, Caress and feed it with their wisdom Someone that will respect my freedom And other merits of such kind, But all of these sound admittedly familiar In essence all they reall...
I WANT NOTHING MORE I want nothing more than To know of your closeness, Passionate at times and at times kind. Like a summer thunderstorm maybe, And at times like a faint pink tinge to the sky The sun leaves behind before it says goodnight. A loud bang within the leeway of a church bell at times, And at times a quiet whisper of the wind That travels lightly through my fingers spread wide Outside the window, As to feel what can't be seen. Sweet melody of the early morning birds, Or at times a symphony of crickets. I want nothing more than To know of your closeness, Elegant and appeasing. Like a silk scarf slipping away And wrapping around my soul at times, And at times like the calm ocean waves Gently embracing the rocks at dusk. I want nothing more than To know of your closeness, At times.
Guardian of my Solitude My beginning, my sweet and my grasp, I stand today before you simple and humble. Rich as the earth beneath my feet And unfurl as the sky at last. As you embrace my thoughts, my sweet, I entrust them with you, To carry them with the outmost consideration, As they embrace you endlessly. I will not ask (nor want) of you to shelter me, Thus this is not your task. I am my own spirit, free and untrammeled. And with your own I choose to be close, Deep within oceans blue, And far across mysterious glades. We will not compromise our distinctiveness, As we'll remain untainted in our togetherness. And if you choose to be close or far, my sweet, You shall remain.. Guardian of my Solitude. - Picture by
AS LOVERS SHOULD Time is standing still and I am counting hours… hours of ardent desire that distance has denied me. I don't want to write about how I feel. I want to sing about it, paint about it, dance about it… I want to live about it… no! words wouldn't suffice. And if I could then, somehow, share it with you, even for a moment's worth, I am gratified. Indulge with me as my desire is unbounded, Unfolding like a ancient war song. We'll sing about it marching to our own drums, Primitive drums that match the beating of our hearts. We''ll paint about in emblematic nuances. Our sky, a Maya Blue, will never fade, We'll loose ourselves in Tyrian Purple sheets, Contemplating White Lead mornings, Brighter than a gleaming streak of light. We''ll dance about it sealed in The Sweetest Taboo, Lost in Passionate Kisses Arousing Principles of Lust and ecstatic Shinning Light. Then we can live about it, As l...
GUARDIAN OF MY SOLITUDE Today my thoughts were overwhelmingly familiar and passionate. Heart Matters has opened an otherworldly door that allowed me to understand my own compound. I realize now with clear discernment that my soul is not of this time. It yarns for familiar feelings not altered by my contemporary mind. And so somewhere in the middle, the conflict grows substantially large between the mind and the soul. There are days, more often than not, when my mind is absent as my soul craves the sweetness of times long past. As familiar as the feeling is, as pragmatically impossible it is for me to have lived those emotions in this earthly life. The heaviness of the passion that fills my veins feeding from centuries of memories is new and frighting to my mind but to my soul it is orderly natural. I understand now the contradiction and I embrace it abandoning my mind. I missed her today l...