I still dream of you
The many days the many ways.
My arms are empty.
Body and soul filled with plenty.
Empty space is all that is left to hold.
Warmth sheltered within the cold.
The pillows fills the place
Like the bosoms that caressed my face.
To have been pleased.
To be have been teased
By your seductive eyes
And your caramel thighs.
To be been played like a song in a band
To be been laid as on a nightstand.
Fireworks lit the grandstand.
The band played on.
The drum beats sounds a metronome
To our heart beats that resonates to the bone.
The guitar rifted
As ethereal as the smoke that drifts.
A dance all night long
To a love song.
Cymbals clash
As bodies smash.
Fingers play across the piano keys
As the Sax cries to accompany the bruised knees..
The trombone moans to the sweetness
Of the vibrating lips.
To be blessed in a loving caress.
Oh, The many days the many ways.
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EMOTIONS
PoetryThis a series of poems exploring a kaleidoscope of emotions generated in the life cycle of a relationship. 1. PASSION 2. SORROW 3. DESPAIR 4. DESIRE 5. HEARTACHE 6. ANGER 7. PRIDE 8. REGRET 9. STRUGGLE 10. ENRAPTURED 11. EUPHORIA 12. HURT 13. NOSTAL...
