Tag Archives: sunday night musings

Write Me A Love Letter

Standard

I wonder if you could write me a love letter
On this wind struck Sunday night
Ink of red oozing love on blue scented papers
Your handwriting speaking of your brash affection for me

Write me a love letter speaking volumes of your innermost thoughts
My essence consuming your waking dawn
Love perfectly tucked between I and you
Desire awakened as you seal and send off to me

Sunday And Tuesday’s Collision

Standard
Your smell after that cold shower
Splashes your cologne’s musky scent
Into my heart’s weakest refrain
It awakens senses wisely buried
I can no longer help myself
As Sunday night rips into Tuesday’s unrest
Fatigue and warm desire subtly &softly collides

Tonight

Standard
The music of desire plays softly tonight
Light rain fogging clear windows
And I would do a dance to nature's low music
Barry White accompanying with his baritone
But alas I am a skinny girl with two left feet
Perfectly stuck in my six inch heels
(Shame it is for I am the only African girl I know who can't dance)
So I release the strings of my pale red dress
Perfectly worn like a second skin and
Delicately held together by stitches of black lace
(For I need a plan B for tonight's seduction)
My petite frame swaying sensually to the beat
In perfect time for our tongues to meet as soft lips part to whisper...

Late Sunday Night

Standard
I walk hand in hand with you
Through the garden of fresh desire
Love blooming like red rose petals usher in spring
The sweet fragrance of our (late) night air

Droplets of silver rain gently trickle down
Your soft palms melt into mine
The thirst of a fortnight quenched 
In one passionate smooch

Write A Poem With You In Mind

Standard
I wonder if it would be OK if I asked for your name
After this one slow dance
So at night when all is quiet and dark
I can write a soft spoken poem with you in mind

A haiku or Tanka of sorts will be great for starts
But 5-7-5…with added syllables of 7-7 wouldn’t do
This brief moment of our souls meeting square
Holding a lifetime so intense and wildly bare

Fireworks And Champagne Sparks

Standard
A delight this Sunday evening
Bubbling my insides like fireworks
And sweet golden champagne sparks

I find lazy rest in the able arms of desire
Lust and its juicy leavings on our toothy grins

Write A Poem

Standard
Write a poem
With the power of your tongue
Your fingers smooth & sleek
Working harder than 9 to 5
My body paper flat and blank
Ready to be scribbled on

The Perfect Soundtrack

Standard

The drip drop pitter patter
Of gentle falling rain
Plays like music
In her ears

The perfect soundtrack for
The comfort and warmth
She finds in love’s arms

Chocolate ice cream
And strawberry drippings
On kiss stained lips