Blue Hawaii (love song)(50 words)

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Your touch is all the makes the sun warm.

Your rise and shine is all I pray for.

Pretty brown eyes won’t you smile at me,

hold me close and make my day,

In your hands my world gets carried away

Only stop is to ecstasy



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Spiritually I,

Drink in these kisses,


Drunk on fine wine,

Feel you tickling my bones,

Every fantasy leads to me seeing your body on mine.

A toast to the memories both real and imagined.

Facts of me inside of you will blissfully forever be,

Quenched my thirst for breath and kisses, in the same you breathe into me.  

May I beg you for more?

And when I do, I have you know it’s no pity required because I adore,

adoration turns into need,

Elation births belief,

In love,

Magnified ten everytime we touch.  

Greenest Here

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Had it not been for opening my landscape of mind’s eye to align the spectrum and scope of your views with mine…I would have never understood how beautiful life is.

So engulfed in that electric feeling,

The energy I’m plugged into goes to build the towering platform of 24 karat emotion we spire tall on as we make a lasting love.  

Used to fear such heights.

Yet, through us I stand In Front of all our fears as if they no longer have the means to wound.

Protected through being Double dipped in your womb.  

Find me giving every tinge of my everything to your joy, all due to being my best me in the care of you.  …Knowing the dopamine derived in a forever with you outweighs every pleasure in heaven by a ton.


All is Fair

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via Daily Prompt: Pillage

While the nightterrors of your war cry play,

My actual heartbeat sounds the drums of your ominous approach,

No hope in surviving unscathed by the way I weaken when your kiss touches my face.  

My addiction to following your whims defines my fate,

Could use a little faith,

Should move away with quickened haste.  

So afraid of how deep you cut in taking whole halves of everything I won’t give.  

In letting you near,

My own grave I dig,

Before sunrise we will witness you not only win… but too take a dig into my spirits.  

Its like you have no joy in my deflation and death unless you too get to dip your bare hands into my blood.

Post traumatically scarred by the way you come and go untouched,

Offeringing promise and a place to voice my worries and wonders unabashed.  

Still stunned on the ways your forms of chaos changed the landscape of mind.  

So ashamed that I embraced the Pillaging with a smile thinking it could make me worthy of affection.

With open arms deemed it necessary and still to this hour believe it all to mean love.  


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Scavenging in the darkness for trace elements of the lord’s light.  


   Forging forward

The Weight of baggage turns feet weary at the juncture where physical and mental anguish choose to meet.


     Thus tears fall.

You witnessed me bawl

Then proceeded to share with the both the knowing and undiscovered how  forms of anguish such as thes remind you to be thankful for the good life.


Word reached me.

I set up camp on my bedroom floor. I prayed for myself to have a good night.

Woke with the reflection in the mirror shining back bagged eyes and a scene set by my expanding worry looming ominous over my shoulder in the backdrop.