ajwrites57

to places I drift to places that might be there: sandy beaches, mountain streams, far off places, like wistful dreams, distant lands with golden themes, glistening maidens, reflect sunbeams, reality revealed, not what it seems. ✩  ✩  ✩ I float to places without a care: soothing fountains, bubbling sounds, children dancing, to music rounds, blooming flowers, on garden grounds, frolicking animals, kittens and hounds, distant memories, past rebounds. ✩  ✩  ✩ I sail to places up in the air: majestic vistas, rainbow hues, angelic choirs, heavenly news, ephemeral muse, hearts enthuse, mystical symbols, meaning transfuse. ✩  ✩  ✩ © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  By Author Laurence Housman Publisher Bodder and Sloughton [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

ebullience Her ebullience buoyed my condition. It happened without my permission. My heart throbbed beyond my volition! Her jubilant air and perky flair, left me beyond repair. It filled me with a giddy air that caught me unaware. My heart beat out her rhythm as I sailed in midair. Her smiling face left me no breathing space. It caused me to find a place in her embrace. My heart raced as I touched her winning grace. Her splendiferous soul saturated my heart. It happened with the power of her graceful art. My heart was consumed by her from the start. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ 

Stella Pulls Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. The same way she inhales them, draws the life from them, and sucks the air out of them. Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She lures them in with her husky voice, the way she moves and the way she seems to be almost spilling out of her clothes. Her long, silky blond hair hangs in waves about her shoulders and men get dizzy in the ebb and flow of the locks while she walks through a room. They end up in a stupor and unable to talk. Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She seems to hypnotize them with her soft, beautiful blue eyes. They stare, mesmerized, unable to break eye contact once they gaze deep into them. Their eyes glaze over as if in a trance. Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She intoxicates them with her fragrance. She smells like honeysuck...