Saturday stole my heart
In the midst of summer’s cold rain
Washed by it’s immense quiet
I lost myself in a book or two
Imagination taking me past 2pm
And prosaic wifely duties
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Hypnotized
I sit here in this single headspace
Entranced by your Augustness
Transfixed in time; my pulse is rising
My pulse is rising; rising fast with the outside temps
Soft thighs crossed in gentle submission to this masterful enchantment
I am hypnotized by your gentle strength and dark lust
Inability To Think, Inability To Write
In absolute darkness I sit
Awaiting your caress
Silent prayers whispered
That mundane thoughts soon will turn to words
Fatigue clouding my cognitive
Obscurity still stealing the show
BB (Bale Cafe)
I will like to go to a café with you
On a mid-Wednesday morning like this
Sip on hot cocoa creamy smooth and brown as you
Nibble sweetly at bits of marble coffee cakes
Strawberry glaze staining my happy lips pink
*I was in the city on Sunday, and saw the name of a cute cafe, Bale Cafe, and this poem was born
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A Saturday Night
Buttered toast and honey oats
Fingers crossed with cuddled toes
Warming fires snuggling close
Lovely night with unburdened clothes
Hello MAY!!!
I am new…
New in your august array
Dawn spreading joy quietly over me
A blanket of warmth peace and love
Birds chirping to my heart’s delight
A brand new day a brand new month
And lo & behold
What do you know…
A brand new me
*Happy new month friends, may it be a great one
. God bless*
Hope
A rainbow will appear
At the end of spring’s silver rain
I patiently await
Time And Pain
Time heals the pain
It soothes the pain
The pain soon becoming (fond) memories
Of which love never dies
You And I
I like how we complement each other
You and I
Your dimpled smile and my freckled face
Your wit and wise, my sweet and charm
What a pair we are
You and I
Like this and that
Sweet and wise
Wit and charm
So and so…
You and I