out in the cold, snow & rain blows (in her fire)
chadwick
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just her hand would touch before light
mine numb as shit, slept on under dreams
i had woken to her caress
her beautiful full breasts warm on me
you'd think i...
when all of a sudden (witching hour)
her grip gentle as silk
wrapped my blood filled firm man-life
gave to me her best as always
as outside our window
another frosted glass riddled song swept through
her morning hair danced on my body like a drunk ballerina
this unbelievable alarm clock breathes, lives, gives & receives flesh
she would be warm winds coated in dandelion seed riding hills as freely as this here snow blown land
but no frostbitten birds up the hill just our yesterdays & tomorrows 'round the bend fluttering or were they butterflies against this blizzard
no
only her against my swollen self
& without sunshine out upside down
midnight thru after
with silver flakes falling around our small castle
by now, yes, my fingers know their home
as does my soul
but was drunk on her neck like a foolish bee without knowledge of time
as hours or days have passed
all i knew were her jugulars laced with what i heard as soft bird songs
you would think windy darkness had opened the ceiling
& poured down its tower of tears
as she was soaked to the center of her softness
it was then a lonely old crow tapped the windowpane
repeating its own moaning rhyme
something like lady fantasy sailing sleighs
but no understanding
only frozen rows of harvested wheat fields
& memories of her golden imagination fluttering against me
but the sounds of her bursts bring & leave
bring & leave
bring & leave
bring & leave
bring & leave
escaping as a full lipped orchid high atop some fragile moss bed that holds tall sails between canopies & orgasms again & again & some more until the old crow couldn't take it anymore
he fell over dead
frozen with erect wings
seems i forgot to put out the bird feed
mine numb as shit, slept on under dreams
i had woken to her caress
her beautiful full breasts warm on me
you'd think i...
when all of a sudden (witching hour)
her grip gentle as silk
wrapped my blood filled firm man-life
gave to me her best as always
as outside our window
another frosted glass riddled song swept through
her morning hair danced on my body like a drunk ballerina
this unbelievable alarm clock breathes, lives, gives & receives flesh
she would be warm winds coated in dandelion seed riding hills as freely as this here snow blown land
but no frostbitten birds up the hill just our yesterdays & tomorrows 'round the bend fluttering or were they butterflies against this blizzard
no
only her against my swollen self
& without sunshine out upside down
midnight thru after
with silver flakes falling around our small castle
by now, yes, my fingers know their home
as does my soul
but was drunk on her neck like a foolish bee without knowledge of time
as hours or days have passed
all i knew were her jugulars laced with what i heard as soft bird songs
you would think windy darkness had opened the ceiling
& poured down its tower of tears
as she was soaked to the center of her softness
it was then a lonely old crow tapped the windowpane
repeating its own moaning rhyme
something like lady fantasy sailing sleighs
but no understanding
only frozen rows of harvested wheat fields
& memories of her golden imagination fluttering against me
but the sounds of her bursts bring & leave
bring & leave
bring & leave
bring & leave
bring & leave
escaping as a full lipped orchid high atop some fragile moss bed that holds tall sails between canopies & orgasms again & again & some more until the old crow couldn't take it anymore
he fell over dead
frozen with erect wings
seems i forgot to put out the bird feed
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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I'll just enjoy the read from now on.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
I hope you understand that I didn't mean anything bad
by what I said. It belongs in a steamy Novel.
Good Writing Chadwick. I'm deleting my post,because it has somehow
become misconstrued. Sorry Man!
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce