That Kiss



These lips, that kiss

The tilt of the head for an all consuming Kiss… 

Behind those eyes 

How can so much potential, causing such an uprising of emotion,

Contains clouding depths Within. 

My Lips are they so unreadable sometimes… 

Won’t you kiss me 

Wondering what are you thinking You are a glittering jewel,

I am your bride. Flashing with desire and frustration, 

Soft and gentle, kissing me, wishing

To calm this storm once more. 

Where peace and tranquility Is shown, only then, 

Can true love be known,

This is what love feels like,

 Your eyes dance with curiousity,

Those lips glimmering Shining with eternal hope. 

When you glance at me, I see Just your presence burning into my mind,

So come here, please. 

Kiss me again

And again.

Warrior Love

You left chrysanthemums
scattered at my feet
like the pencil shavings piled up
Next to my bed,
I can hear your music
Still playing,
And I can still smell you
Like even now,
My flower of eternity
A heart that murmurs
of lilies on my hips
And on your knees you love me
Take me, thrust
Like that of a warrior
In the line of fire
With the lust of heaven
On your lips.

Shine

Bright white In all the right places

Those long legs,

so slender as to leave form

seemingly unprotected

but ending in the most lovely armour.

The piece with it’s visibly neat

guiding strips,

delineating the mid panel in such a way

that no one but those that

sitting in the seats on the front row

could see it would know.

And then there was that glimmer…

in the single optic,

so deeply hidden that he could only see it

because he knew it was there.

If you look closely,

at the bright white pants….

that bit of moisture

in all the right places.

Chapter 2 – Venus In the Morning

This morning I feel my lips quiver when he ask me if I wanted tea and all I can think is to tell myself don’t look at him and I won’t cry.

You know what… I would cry like the Aphrodite …whose oceans could not hold back a thousand tears…as clearly as I see him standing there. I am so happy to be here. I just have to get in the shower to keep the morning going. Don’t really know why I am so emotional. Maybe its anxiety, an anticipation of what life could be.

Feeling him at my back asking me so sweetly; instead I move forward of the morning, from the night before. After offering my love to him… It’s not easy being turned away. Too much drama. I have to remember that he’s more fragile than most. I hate drama, shake it off.

I respect him too much to have a meltdown as get hold together. I did not break down I had my shower very clean now with a white button down shirt and freshly pressed jeans; I did my make-up and my hair before coming downstairs. My tea awaits, he wanted to talk and sees me to my every need.

And sometimes it’s random in every way like a Venus in a Morning breeze. Lamenting for Her Adonis, her lover…I tell him I’ll be right downstairs today wondering would how different today would be. He always talks about her. He must mean my dildo that’s what I named it; and I share. Wherever I was coming from today I wasn’t exactly sure of this emotion, but I knew to go with whatever happens.

I love whatever comes in store. I respect him in as much I adore him… don’t spoil it me! Sometimes it’s just in the knowing how much a friend means, how precious life is and if I were to ask whats wrong with having a fuck and laugh along the way regarding to our moving forward. Adonis …I love you- Love V.
No harm. Ha!

~ July 16, 2014
“All the Colors of Green”
Chapter 2 ~ Venus in the Morning

In your words…

A true survivor
An Ancient youthful scholar
And a true sage.

Overly sweet, and warm
Fragrant of breath,
Colors of bright white waves of light,
Where the wind leaves me still…
Beyond this wonderful purple haze
I am lent by a distance
Only you can navigate.

I’ll never forget
That look of hope in your eyes,
The feel of strength in your hands,
And that promise of forever.

In your words…
“Just come Luv, Go on
Get on with it then.”

Just you.

Forever.