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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

between

a man and a woman

the private conversation

between souls

a taste of the

Beauty

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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Beauty ,

is best savored ,

with a taste of

the spice of

imperfection ,

to bring out

its full

aroma

and enhance

its flavor –

a feast  served

for the senses

to taste ,

smell ,

view ,

touch ,

and hear

its breath –

the pulse

and beating heart of it’s

passion –

beauty  IS beauty

because of it’s

imperfections –

to me there is a beauty in the smell

of my horses sweat on his saddle blanket

that i rest my head upon as a pillow –

there is beauty in a dying rose

like an aged woman who sits alone

at the end of the dance

yet can still smile a bright smile

for her memories

of the dance to come

 

i would like to add –

one day three years ago i went shopping

and as i walked towards the door to the store

an old lady and her companion helper exited

she must have been in her late 80s

or into her 90s

bent with age

withered , wrinkled ,

barely walking

yet as i approached

she smiled a smile at me that lit up the day

and flashed at me her joy of life

her enjoyment of loves

and lovers-

of life

i shall never forget her smile

the beauty of this woman

 

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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

intertwined

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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a Hero

is one who

offers

up their

tears

so that another’s

Soul

may grow

 

i cannot

shed tears

for myself

as i age

only

hope

that i can take my place

alongside

my Ancestors

in the

Halls of Valhalla

and become an

Ancestor

myself

worthy of being

remembered

family of future ancestors

of course

i will touch you,

with my Heart,

with my breath

softly

like the kiss of

butterfly wings

a taste of

warmth

from within my soul

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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

You

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

stronger

As i learn of this woman

these small ripples

an emotion

sweeping thru my soul

threaten to become a

tempest

of passion and desire

Love

Ripples that become waves

waves that crash onto the beaches

that bound my souls  pond

in a majestic display

of raw power of feelings

unbound

a small bright emotion

spawning ripples that know no

limits

Love

 

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