This look back, this retrospective.
This pondering, this thought.
Finds nothing that I’d change,
No feelings found distraught.
I’m living the time of my life,
I’m living it right now.
I’m living it with you my Beauty,
Living it forever, forever thus endowed.
via Daily Prompt: Retrospective
Hunting to calm
Because, desire is my only psalm
I wanna be a hooper
A spade hidden in aces
A prodigy of you, my beautiful Beast…
Igniting you like a box of tinder
To the right, to the left
To the left, to the right
My sex is perfectly-ripe
Ready for you to swipe
Sparks from friction
Only add to our addiction
Closer than close
Locked in a meaningful resuscitation
Our word of mouth…
For us…love is always spoken
via Daily Prompt: Broken
Soft pillows of perception
And jagged blankets of circumstances
We run in the shadows
Until we can’t
Until we fall asleep behind them
Hand in hand, together forever
Body juxtaposed upon body
My mind is spinning so fast
And my heart is thumping a deep bass
And I can see through your face
And I can see through you….
This is love
You are love
Love is you…
via Daily Prompt: Juxtapose
Love as old as time itself.
Archaic to some, put up on a shelf.
Not to me, not to you.
Love is all we know, love true.
I’ve never been fashionable.
Timeless you might say.
And love? Love for me will never fade away.
It’s old, but without it we wouldn’t be.
Archaic? No, not to me.
via Daily Prompt: Archaic