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The Power Love

 

 

My mind comes afore from world of dream, unfolding,

from the depths, slowly, not in totality of lucidity.

What desires, from languidness of dream, is the contrivable,

plying forth upon wing, as a shard of reminiscing, with delight

of unfolding, sundering forth, pliant of mind’s attentiveness

to I, not abstract, a memory within totality of meaning.

 

Persuasive is the mind with transfixiation, to undulate

with strength, against this heart of mine.

As well, memory serves to fill, the vexation heartfelt

yearnings, that contrive to conjure

the sacredness of each moments quest

within the pathways of my valiant heart.

 

Each moment is of greatest value to that of me.

I spare not to relegate or, be pulled within the dregs

of the darkness as I seek, the light that shines

as gifted am I each morn as though

handed

wings to fly forth upon.

 

The crowding in my heart

of the power of love,

a delicious melody, creating such undulations of ache.

I know, oh, so well of the heart

that dwells deep,

deep inside of me as well

as what desires ramifications

and retributions bring afore.

 

I linger within the juxtaposition

of moments of such torrid impasse.

I reconnect to the last shadow of

dream.

The dance comes with a rhythm all on its own.

I catch, with grasp of mind

feeling the lull and pull carry of me

wayward on journey, pliant

with trajectory of thought.

Thoughts simmer, heat and escalate

with mindful journey, questing.

The sweetest of moments in, mindful quest

are the simplicities of memory,

carried thought is much

like a painting by the greatest

of artists.

 

Moments pass and here within mind frame,

a vision of you deems, to enter,

you carry my soul

forth with ardent adventures.

The allowance of mind with opportunity of jovial

lingering,

I can see once more,

oh, so clear, the twinkle

of moon light reflections, that shines with such brightness

within of your eyes.

I stand afore of you, in one solitary moment

of vexed time.

I see, within that moment with such great

clarity the real, the totality of

whom you be, within of your heart.

 

I was strived to a dawn of new awakening

that accorded of my heart

to open and allow

of you, immersion

of impasse.

I realized, as well how greatly, the eyes

of you, allow of me to see

your giftedness. I observe well and see of your soul.

Allowance is there of you to pull me fore

and allow of surrender of myself

into the relevance of your heated warmth,

enveloping me.

 

The warmth brings forth such relegated joy

to this heart that beats within of me.

I contrive not of self, fulfilling a void

or illusion.

I am a compilation of fullness, you understand,

not missive or needing, that of you to fill me.

I am brought to the steps upon your isle,

with fullness that is all encompassing.

I come fore with the fullness, of desire.

The splendid feel I cherish, when relegated

within bodily presence by your side, within mere

bounds of your presence.

 

The feel of solace, peace and heartfelt joy,

pull upon the ethereal strings of this

uncontrived heart of mine.

The bounds around, that of you are safe and joyous.

With adventure to seek all of life within any direction,

where any road or path shall lead us fore.

From the simple towards complexity, we

explore.

 

With eyes and hearts, wide open,

with welcome of each nuance of glimmer,

with knowingness of

where the journey shall lead, each of us.

I marvel at impasse of thoughts of you

plying forth of my mind

with thought profound, trajectories.

 

Your strength, that resides within of you, that the tides

of life’s events, has only strengthened

more, of your hearts tenderness, I see

as assets of giftedness.

My admiration of utmost respect grows like

that of a tree, sundering forth, to reach

of the stars, with branches that touch of

other lives, where you deem

to seek beyond that of the ground in

rootedness but upwards towards

of heavens, boundlessness without opposition.

 

The curtain of innocence quiet with shyness at the edges,

may deem that for you to hide.

I am able to see beyond the veil as

I am gifted with, sight.

I find of you such a joyous treasure

with what dwells deep within of your being.

I observe and feel of what you quest

and the greatest is that of your spoken word,

when shared,

are heartfelt viceroys, honest within disposition,

and special towards that of my contented heart.

 

You are a masterpiece still covered that needs

to be unencumbered, drawn forth to set you free

in the safe confines of my presence.

Fear not, I seek of your heart and mind.

The imply of your gentleness,

as well as your touch, from that of your hands,

as they saunter on an uncharted

sojourn, traversing

with such gentleness.

Your power is transformational

that pulls of me so closer to the bounds

of your shore

of who you are. With desire so great,

I am lead close of you, seeking, wanting with desirous

intent

to know the all of you.

 

With the sunder forth of a smiles, memory

contrives not of dream but vestiges

of, ardent empowered memories.

Cherished, deep within

of my heart.

The prevailing thoughts pull at me and create transgression

of desire, to seek again

of the gift of time, to wonder

and explore more

of life with that of you.

As a book, page by page,

chapter,

by chapter.

Though, my fondest is,

verse by verse with lingering of total

digestion of each verse.

The lovial flow within of my mind

brings one fore to relegate memories taunting.

.

I sunder down, relegated to the warmth of

coverings and allow of you to take my mind

to memories of past.

Well, indeed I remember,

the moonlight glimmering in full glory

as though a splendid showing, no shadows

prevailed within of the midnight

sky.

Nothing had matter or need beyond the

confines of the closed door.

Somehow with no direction our lips, met with

a quintessential thirst, lingering

with juxtaposition of a passionate war.

Found is that, nothing matters but the currency

of moments bound presence.

 

With the fondest of memory, I touch of your face with of

my hand.

The touch is one of tenderness. You reach to draw near

of me near and prevail

with setting me off, of guardedness.

I feel the gentle touch of your hands

rambling.

Within moments, I feel the dawning

of an aching, needing hunger plying forth ward

that deems of destiny near.

 

Slow of hand, one by one, piece by piece,

our garments, diminish towards

layered spilled piles upon the floor.

I reach to touch that of you

and again, you pull of me nearer,

within the confines of your intoxicating

embrace.

I allow of my hands an expedition upon

your body.

They sunder forth all empowering

with a taunting tease of play.

 

Plied by unlimited thoughts vexation,

I pull you inward towards that of the dance.

Finding of ourselves, entwined

within the frame work

of the ageless dance of erotica,

with seeking of pleasures wonders

and romantic divinity.

 

You stroke of my body with tender

ministrations,

I find of self

with of no bounds of current,

with my body responding

mindless in the journey,

arching up with heated, desire

to quest of the raptor of your splendid

caress.

You seek of my tender silken portal,

found within glory of welcome.

My moan is of a flashing, fiery heat of wanton

desire, pulling me forth

you deem so well,

as though I am your supplicant

puppet.

 

Onward you relegate with taunting

of my body

with the greatest of taunting tease.

I am there at the highest precipice of

the mountaintop,

when with no warning,

upon your own your seek to retreat,

pulling yourself back of your own bounds,

as though the heated fire has

burnt of you by flame,

wishing to extort of me

and then

relegating to end

this torture of passions play.

 

Your forget your opponent,

shall deem to seek of you

as paved by the power

of myself, plying forth

with vigilance of wanton

desire,

my mission to seek and take

power.

I come afore, like that of the wind

gentle and fearlessly contrived to

take of your mind selfless in journey.

fore.

 

The heat of your body rises

within the realms of my teasing dance

of touch.

My administrations lead you

to such an exciting state of being.

My hands and mouth seek with strivation,

pulling you along the depths of the valley

to take you to the highest realms. You

shall be vanquished within the realms

of eagerness.

 

I straddle your aroused, waiting body

and feel the warmth

of you simmer,

within the confines of my thighs.

I allow, ease of you within the bounds of my feminine

hollow.

With the greatest heated desire, I lead you fore

on a rhythmic dance of pleasures taunt and tease.

You hips move in a harmonic, allegory, to follow

onward with my melodic lead.

 

I am fearless with vexing, to ride of you

faster and faster.

Like a musician, I fall into intensity,

as your moans, pour forth ward,

with no seeming known relegation.

 

Freely, I express my delights of what

resides within of me. My hands seek the

all of you, with desire of giving you

pleasure that pulls you forth, towards epiphany.

 

We stare for moments into the depths of each other’s

eyes’, gasping as ecstasy, unreels with

traversing forth into a lovers knot,

that taunts to meet of

further revelation.

Sated, we lie, side by side, weakened for moments,

the hand of time moves slowly and a new

hunger arises,

dawns as the touch of each draws forth ward

the continuum.

 

The dance of lightness of my hands

traverses, to where passion came. My fingers

explore with inherent need,

to taste of your plied spill.

With honest eagerness, my mouth desires to seek

of yours. I feel the hunger

grow,

for you alone.

I am over taken with such desire for you

as though once more.

You read of me well and are so great

to see between the lines.

 

You become the hunter and now I am

deemed your personal prey.

You linger and excite of me with fevourant

play, turning each moment to that

of drawing me in.

You rise above of me, now heated

with desire yourself.

You lead forth as though a ballet again begins,

with each thrust, that abounds with

such great subterfuge.

I hear your voice,

echo a vow.

“That you contrive with heartfelt conviction, to not

end of this dance, until your hear the

quell, of my cry”.

Like that of the wildest of beasts, in trajectory

of time, the reverberation of questing

continues.

Riding of me with such heated, desire

I fall off of the precipice, with selfless

due regard and allow my body to fly forth

with no holding back.

You hear the cry, and go forth, to travel

the rest of the movement of

dance, with me,

together

we fall to the shore.

Resting of our throbbing heated

bodies, wet from passions quest

of undaunted adventure, as well sated,

by our own fire, created through

the sanctity of love, unleashed forth

in all of its divine glories.

 

Warmth of thought has warmed of me this winter

eve.

I can close of my eyes, as my hand has

touched of you, in moments of time with

desire of soonest to come forth

to touch again, within the

fragrant moments of reality,

to create more memories,

to cherish

within of this vestige

of bodily time

of now,

I can go forth, this day, with such

heartfelt joy.

With that joy, I can share of it

with others. Allow of them as well

to share joy

with others.

The beginning of a circle,

started by two

is the continuum

of what love can do, outside

beyond,

of that closed door.

 

 

 

The piratical pirate, is out at sea.

Vacation bound, he may be.

Memories are always gifts that can warm

of us when separated by time or distance.

The ever present, I much prefer.

The day to day,

those moments are truly gifts.

Gifted to us in this life

as treasures to hold close to our hearts.

I wait by the edge of the water, for ??????

The pirate must now, quest of me…

 

 

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