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Blindfolded
You hear but you cannot see.
You sense me approaching you…
You focus upon my touch
As your breath is carried away.
You hear my sighs
Without seeing my smile.
You feel my hands
as your spirit flies,
robbed of one sense
as the others soar.
You hear, but don't see,
and you beg for more.
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Passion's Place
I walk to the edge of the earth
And with one step
I am in your hearth
Slipping into your arms
Searching for ecstasy
Deep in the wilds
Of your sexual mist
Taking leave of reality
To climax in the heavens
Of orgasmic bliss
As you gently place
Your sweet tender kiss
All over my place
I spread my wings
And we begin to fly
Through the moist azure sky
Soaring to Passion's Place
While losing face
In the heat of desire
As lust takes a walk
On the highwire
Towards the light
While never losing sight
Of passion's goal
Of becoming one
Body, mind and soul
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Missing You
I have sketched the memory of you in my mind a thousand times.
Your radiance is as mesmerizing as the sunset on a summer's eve. . .
as graceful as moonbeams dancing on the seashore. . .
and as pure as the first snow of winter.
Each flaming thought of you blisters the core of my soul.
Nights and days become lengthy and wearisome. . .
My sleep is fitful, and my eyes close only to see you,
lying beside me in my bed,
smiling in your sleep.
In the tranquility of the darkness your breath echoes in the chambers of my soul.
The presence of you filters through my bedroom,
and your fragrance permeates the air that encircles me.
Searching frantically amid the linens,
I only find my frigid and barren bedsheets.
I bury my face into your pillow and bewail.
However, my hope for tomorrow keeps me alive. . .
and safe. . .
and warm.
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