Holding you
Would be a feeling Compared to no other. Savoring each moment I’m Able to wrap my arms around you; Fingers embracing Opposite ends of your waist Lips longing to taste Delicateness of your neck and face. I yearn to have this Love in my space I’ll be gentle With your orchid’s petals Compassion In hands as I paint With multicolored pastels Songs of my affection #NewAuthor#HersScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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Thunder Roars
As my pen pours it’s ink Onto lonely paper Longing leaping From my pores into the darkened sky Hoping my words beckons busy wind And the moon turns her head. For I need to sing this love Into her left pocket So that they will be written down; Placed onto your cool pillow As you lay your head for slumber. My arms, They twitch from their need To embrace your delicateness. I’m unsure of how to conclude This spillage of myself, So know you will be in my dreams #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva Finishing the remnant spirit
In my glass Reminiscing of times past Where I stormed through grass Breathing into cold brass Deep down Beneath brow I locked away desires of no sound Bound To precious sounds of Madam’s song My tongue still speaks of you Hoping her love would rain down From the pink clouds Of affection’s mound. Im here if you choose to look; I’ll be here if you decide to swim Just know It’s because of you My Love first shook #NewAuthor#BlackAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva Like the night wolf
My love Stares into the moon’s eyes As it breathes odes of passion Through tools of brass Not from lungs But straining diaphragm To ensure The flow is steady As it pours into Rushing Atmosphere #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva Last night was filled with preparation. A door approaches on morrow’s shoulder; love tapping on the wood.
There’s no need To gather anything The trees are bearing fruit; Passion that’s been locked away Denands it’s chance to breathe I’m coming for your Love Madam #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva A lone island
My sand is parched; Thirsting for your touch. I hear your voice As distant waves converse But my shore Has yet to be graced with you. I Ask myself Where is Love’s location Answered with silent sensations So I construct gems By pressurizing Bits of longing sand Reminders of why Perseverance is a must. I miss a touch that was never felt Sleep well #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva I saw your grace
In morning’s face: Pinkish peach colored sunrise Illustrating waking clouds In marvelous mosaics; Painting night’s pillows With callings from Titan’s throne. Watching it all unfold, I Could only think of your Love How every morning Will wake you with affection’s touch Reminding you That our union Will Rival the Love Shared between night and day #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva Every night
Your warmth visits my dreams; I love feeling you next to me. Waking to see It was yet another reverie Is painful but reminding As to why I must continue my journey Its no longer enough To only feel your Caress briefly No I need more; yearning to caress your shore Actually hearing you snore Enjoying the fragrance lingering on pores. This is no longer a desire I must feel your affection’s fire #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva To Madam Diva,
If you ever question what my heart holds for you, look into the river of my words that forever flows from my pen to towards the confines of your Love. Every letter of every word has your Caress etched in its foundation; acting as chains of pink diamonds connecting every word in every sentence. They act as a trail of bread crumbs showing you the way to my Love’s home. I will not stop until your affection whispers my name; once our love’s fingers are intertwined I will send you Love letters dripping with my tenderness until my last breath. This is my truth to you my beautiful pink orchid #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva Waking at dawn I
Rose before sun; carrying Love’s song within pen. I Sang for Hours, without catching Breath; trying to birth Breeze That meets you with my kiss. #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva |
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