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Say I Love You For those who wish that Valentine's Day did not exist Maybe for personal reasons or you don't have a tryst Could be you've encountered a whirl wind of fire Or just maybe, you lack endorsement of desire Each year you walk through the catacombs of your mind And swear up and down it's only a waste of time The thought of love really warps your sense of direction Maybe It's time to walk to the mirror and cast a new reflection Yes, it's you that ripples back with those beautiful eyes As if unwrapping a present and receiving a wonderful surprise The curves and lines help to distinguish who you are The intellect you have ac

A bit too late From the brilliancy of the golden fire Stands a flower basking in the warmth of desire The petals painted with fibers of air Each stroke laced with immaculate care Softness to the touch of the wandering hand Glides along the silken strands The beauty that lies beneath the skin Releases fragrances held within The aroma drifting along with the breeze Each petal reaching for someone to please An ingenious craft that shares the daylight Then hides it's beauty in the darkness of night Could not it be, a woman in red? Wrapping her arms around your head Pulling you close to moisten your lips Sliding her hand down to

A Hug vs. a Kiss To hug is when arms wrap around your body and each electrical field is broken, sparks begin to fly like a Tesla coil.  The finite fingers of electricity pull you close, wrapping you with the warmth from a cheek, meshing with bodies like a smooth change of a second-hand of a watch.  This could be quite stimulating as the heart pumps faster and deeper in sound.  The distant murmurs of the thump become conscious to the mind as the skin moves slightly with each beat. The head, rest on your shoulders as you both drift in imagination and the warmth awakens a deeper love. To kiss is when the lips pres

Cajole Life's deficiencies have presented me with a scarce look at reality and for me to dwell in a passage that inspires I must convince myself to render my humble past.   To constitute a new beginning, I must confer with myself then take a simplistic look, only to cower and remember our last perpetual kiss. My humble past awakens me as I reminisced of a pervade that seemed to elude my consciences thoughts. To usurp my admonishment helps me to protect my tears that tend to flow like streams if not rivers freeing from the falls.   The infallible symmetries of the sandy beach cooled my body as your hand alacrity bestows

To know that life contains specs of blueness like the sky beaming to your eyes, vibrant for the moment as billowy clouds obscure the pureness, radiating towards the ground quarreling to release the rain. It skips along the water, reflecting light like that of mirror, although not quite the same as blue becomes green, greens becomes yellow, and yellows becomes brown. Excitedly, fish swim in it, some jump, and others spawn while others fear for their life as you sit and ponder through the amazement of it all. Puddles become streams and streams rush like rivers speaking in tongues that proverbial language not so familiar to most.