Her eyes, the color of a lake at witching hour..
Her lips vermilion red....
Her breath hot, like steam rising from my body...
Her body, wrapped in swaths of white silk...
She came to me on a dream of mists and shadows...
Beckoning, come and receive
This love,
This passion,
This fire.
Silk scarves trailing, lips moving, eyes inviting,
I ache for her arms, to enfold me closely,
I ache for her body to warm me, burn me..
I ache for her hands to caress me...
Her eyes the color of midnight, her lips rose petal red...
I go to her to receive, her passion, her fire, her love....
wheat blowing lazily on the arid air...
she walks through those stalks....
hair cropped short, blue eyes blazing....
she comes through that field of life giving grain...
bringing life to me....
ecstasy in her eyes....
fire on her lips...
the southern sun baking the ground to a hard rock...
she is impervious, for she is the embodiment of heat...
all consuming.....
I watch her mesmerized....
she sways on the wind...
not coming any further...
I stand, wanting to be consumed by that fire....
this woman, the epitome of all my dreams...
is here at last..
to her I go, I run....
not daring to let her get away....
into her arms I fall....
her lips meet mine, and she gives to me that heat...
as her breaths suffuses my soul, the very essence of her healing me completely...
I know, I have come home....
She lived in a world of shadowy edges. Her moods would swing like the wind. There was no constant in her life.
She smoked Marlboro Reds, and her fingers were tipped blood red.
She had not a care in the world, nor for anyone.
Wearing black bustiers, and stiletto heeled boots, she was called Shady Lady by the locals.
With her flaming red hair, and Nordic green eyes, some dubbed her the Ice Queen.
Little did they know of the passion that lurked within.
She drank gin and tonics, all the day long, without feeling the slightest effect.
Men lusted, woman fantasized, about the one who walked the streets at night.
She was numb of mind, and void of heart.
Her eyes blazed fire, at all who looked in them.
She did not speak, and was not spoken to.
"Who is this creature, that roams after dark?" they whispered.
She was was nowhere, headed nowhere, with wandering on her mind.
Smoking her Marlboro Reds, drinking gin and tonics, she walked the streets at night.
Her blood was warm, her body was on fire.
Her mouth begged to be kissed, her soul begged to be nurtured.
Instead, she walked at night, with nowhere to go smoking Marlboro Reds, and drinking gin and tonics.
She had nowhere to go.
She walked with a purpose, with intent on her mind.
Her eyes shifted missing nothing. A flick of the wrist and her hair went flying, across the shoulder, down the
back...
She walked with a purpose, with intent on her mind.
Summer yellow skin, winter blue eyes...
She stopped at the corner, to dance with the fella that gave her a smile...
She paused at the boardwalk to walk arm in arm with the lady that could not see...
She continued her journey, walking with a purpose intent on her mind...
"Who is that creature?" they asked as she passed them by.
"Why that's Shady Lady," one replied with a smile on her face and a Marlboro red in her hand...
the night was filled with eerie light
the skies danced with rainbow fire
the aurora visited my bedroom that night
as my lover sang to me
she sang of love and yearning and pain
she sang to me of love and rain
the night grew long, the air grew cool
and still she sang to me of morning dawns and dark night dews
I touched her hand, I felt her pulse
matching my own, one life force
her voice was like honey, smooth and deep
the look in her eyes, said "You're mine to keep"
I felt it then, that force that heat
flowing through my body like volts...synergy
We two are one, and yet we are two
Keeping time, one heart one mind
Synergy...
the light of the moon in her eyes
the blush of a rose in her cheeks
the dew of the dawn on her lips
the scent of lavender on her neck
the most fragile of silks are her shoulders
the lily of the valleys between her breasts
the hidden Eden upon her stomach
the lush, sweet garden between her legs
the soft stalks of tulips that are her thighs
the curve of the earth in the arch of her feet
the shimmering wheat that is her hair
the pulse point of life that is her vitality
the curved silhouette of her in side-view profile
the dip of her hip, made to fit my hand
the long slender vines of her fingers entwine...
I lay down beside her
her power, her passion does sanctify
I breathe of her slowly
filling my lungs to bursting
I close my eyes, her presence abounding
A creature of the night
A goddess of the day
My lover, my confidant, my friend...
She is a Woman...
What if the sky were purple?
What if the grass were blue?
Would you tell me your heart, would you tell me your thoughts true?
What if the soul sang to you?
What if the question was "will you"?
Would turn you aside, smile and hide or would you run to me and say "I do?"
What if the what ifs stopped?
What if the feelings subside?
Would you question the muse that came to you, or would you say "Come back! Tell me the song of you?
What if the mists rolled in, shrouded you in warm wet heat?
Would you open wide, and let it permeate?
Or would you close the door, and turn your back, to see it never again?
What if the what if screamed, this is me, this is you, this is we as one in harmony?
When the time was ripe, what would you do, if the what if said..."I love you?"
I can only hope, you'd say, "I love you too..."
My skin is lucid, sensation fills my heart forbidden...
Kindling a spark, fanning a fire...
I think I worry at the subtle ways I'd give in to your insistent persuasion...
My tragic sighs, from deep within, carry on them the yearnings keen...
Enter into me, with your smooth words, the pull of your mysterious eyes...
Whisper into me the smile upon your lips...
My body aches to breathe your breath, your passion feeds the fire...
And the time in between, where the calm is inside me, night in the window shining with intensity...
A siren's song, to give in to need...to give in to want...to give all there is...
And somewhere inside, is a measure of calm that waits with taut anticipation...
Waiting for the maelstrom that is you...
To take my breath, my soul, my heart, my body...
Away...
Take this cloak of darkness from my shoulders
Speak to me of warming suns and cleansing rain
Of cold winter nights and homespun tales
Walk with me amidst the ruins of my shattered soul
Can you hear them, these cries of old?
Can you hear the whispers haunting here?
It’s chaos this, these shouts that linger on
Do you see the shards, oh how they cry!
Open eyes, staring as if closed
A shattered heart, damaged, fighting for control
Listen!
Something comes
Across a great divide
Spanning oceans wide
Vast spaces and galaxies
Through storms a thundering and battling raging tides
Spinning round, desperately I look
And there, on the horizon, I see Hope
Battle worn and travel weary
With a cry of joy I throw my arms wide
She settled, wrapped me snug and comforted me
She took away my dank cloak, unfettered my heart
Transported me from these ruins, these snarls
That entangled me so
“Guide me now, don’t let me fall!” I cried with fear
And off I went into the clouds so clear
Smiling, she watched me fly…
And I knew the day had come
Where I would look back no more
And worry even less...
Fear resides like a cancer, eating away at your soul
Day turns into night, and still the Fear rules
Growing into monumental proportions
You’re unable to contain, unable to control
So, you let It rule and It becomes the Master and you the slave
To Fear you are just another notch on the proverbial belt
How long will you remain a slave, a hostage in Fear’s dark cellar?
Fear becomes the embodiment of real, no longer a passing figment
Fear dines across from you at the place of honor
Fear becomes your lover, whispering darkness in your ear
Cringing, you banish It not, but open trembling arms to welcome It in
You give of your body, your most precious soul and mind
You let It drain, like a succubus, all the positive vibes
As It spews negativity, and scars your soul
As It laughs at your weaknesses, and strengthens It’s control
As It laps at your tears, food for It’s black soul
I cry to YOU, come out of that darkness, let yourself breathe
Come out of that hell, and live
I yell to you…
Break the chains of bondage; divest Fear of It’s power!
Break the web of deception!
Then you will be free!
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