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…
