While you were sleeping I thought of you
Your wonderful wit...your anger too
That awesome appeal with hands that are great
The way that you touch me... for goodness sake
Its a fancy I need with the love I can use
The heart of this man and the soul of a muse
Nature all wound up and packaged so neat
Pieces of heaven and tasting so sweet
No diet control... I could never win
I'd dine on your passions again and again
It's awesome and filling, it's fate and it's love
It pushes toward heaven and backwards the shove
It's lightning and thunder with filtered rain
It's cleansing a heart once full of pain
It's healing treasures and warming like toast
Gregarious virtues and rhythms that boast
It's wet... sometimes wild... and hard things that burst
It's love and it's you... then its quenching a thirst
I thought of you and goosebumps broke out
Along with mixed climaxes
Deep breaths and shouts
My mind is alive while yours is asleep
Warming to pleasures in your soul... I keep.
It's light- hearted and loving, while also being romantic-like.
Did you notice, those feelings always seem to shine brightest when he's not awake or looking to seem them?
Very nice!
Em
Always refreshing. . . .
Always new. . . .
How do you keep doing . . .
What you do!
Excellent flow, love the rhyme pattern
Builds and builds, wakes me up when it explodes with
such a touching ending!
Doug
STrong feelings and emotions weaveing in and out in this smashing write about one's hearts feelings. I love the way your thoughts are always with your loved ones even in sleep.
This poem is like a roller coaster gaining momentum. Spoken aloud it flows as easy across the tongue as tears flow from the eyes. Superb Belle!
Blessings ...
Richard
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
Love is universal and not limited to the most perfect among us. In this collection of romantic short stories and poetry, love comes to those who are decidedly imperfect, who possess very real human flaws, scars, and challenges. Awaiting us as we are.
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Love, Pierre
always,
randy
Did you notice, those feelings always seem to shine brightest when he's not awake or looking to seem them?
Very nice!
Em
Always new. . . .
How do you keep doing . . .
What you do!
Excellent flow, love the rhyme pattern
Builds and builds, wakes me up when it explodes with
such a touching ending!
Doug
very nice work.....
Art Sun...
Cold shower time!!
Walt
enjoyed...
John
Fee
Blessings ...
Richard
Ron
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Beautifully written!
Love,
Eileen
Sleeping (dreaming) on both our minds, tonight: well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.