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it is my great pleasure

to hear

a taste of a

Whisper of you

a taste is more exciting

than a banquet

of all your charms

the scent

between your breasts

the perfume of your neck

because imagination from a simple taste

of you –  a woman

is a meal savored

in its fullness

flavored by your soul

and leaves me

Hungry for more

an appetite

for the scent

of your womaness

a taste Kings desire

but rarely are ever

to dine on :

Kings take what they desire

and gorge themselves

without tasting :

but what is best freely given


a man and a woman

the private conversation

between souls

a taste of the


of life

i am a simple man – past my prime as to creativity- i wasted so much time –

tick tock    – it does not stop – tick tock

i threw away my watch as time does not measure itself as we like

seconds ?   hours ?   days ?   years  ?

time measures by its own passing

and only a child

on a rainy day

staring out at that moment of rain

can make that moment

last forever


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people love roses :

when they are at a peak of bloom

a beauty in the garden

of life

but not when the gown of beauty

is wrinkled and worn

petals falling

the perfume fading

the makeup washed away

by time –

to me

beauty is ageless

and love is

when you can still view your other

as when you first

joined with them

without the blemish

of age , of time

and all the wrinkles

etched on our faces

are a roadmap

of our souls

of our journey


in this life

we have traveled

thru together


if i were a Prince

in this life

or next

i would search the ballroom

of faded beauties

to find only you

and slip the glass slippers

on your slender feet

and dance

the last waltz

with only you


can you find  the beauty

in these aged beauties

that time has

turned old ?

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if i could but

bathe in your sweet scent

and drink of the tears

of your sweet lips

and wrap myself

in your warmth

as you awaken in the mornings

i would have to wonder

if i were not yet in Heaven

instead of in this mortal body


have dropped into my soul

a small bright emotion

onto the still quiet surface

of the stillwater

that resides deep within me

Forming small ripples

that seem to grow larger


As i learn of this woman

these small ripples

an emotion

sweeping thru my soul

threaten to become a


of passion and desire


Ripples that become waves

waves that crash onto the beaches

that bound my souls  pond

in a majestic display

of raw power of feelings


a small bright emotion

spawning ripples that know no




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the Pulse

of Life

of a new Day

Dawning :

if I could

listen to your


I would encounter

the same Majestic

Pulse of life

a Symphony

a Heartbeat

to awaken to

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such a novel of chaotic


the language of


of how it can

bring you feelings

that defy description

that carry you to the

the warm side of Heaven

and build fires of


that rival the beauty

of a birth of a rising sun

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and if by chance

that firery passion

should cool and crumble

to ash

and loves feeling

departs in the cold


following the setting


it can be

as if half of you is torn to follow

in the warmth

of the sun

and half lingers in the memories

of the now cold shadows


the stars are bits of broken glass

from the jar of broken dreams

that lie scattered across the Heavens

sparkling only with the reflection

of the fire

of passion

and creativity

that burns within you

gems – diamonds , rubies , emeralds

all are beautiful

all have value placed on them

by the ones who desire them

but the true gem of the Heavens

the wealth i desire

the Heart of the matter

is the Heart of a woman

the life she breathes

into my soul

the thoughts she births

in my imagination

more wealth

than i can gaze upon

spread across the night sky

as stars glittering

as gems