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kisses she said my kisses she truly missed so i told her my kisses were saved for her and i kissed her lips that were unkissed so i kissed her lips with love, she purred she said my kisses made her melt so i kissed her with my kisses, sweet and with every kiss, my kiss was felt so i kissed her lips, with love replete she said my kisses made her days so i kissed her with kisses, burning hot and with every kiss we kissed, we swayed so i kissed her lips to never stop she said my kisses made her swoon so i kissed her with my kisses wet and with every kiss, we stopped too soon so i kissed her lips to not forget © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By Prawny

Sadness Over You Sadness rolls over you, body buoyed by the heavy saltwater, that flows from your eyes. The waves lull you in silence. Ebb and flow pulls you, in and out along the surf and when you land on the sand, the sea foam rises and warms your sadness, and you wipe your eyes. Sadness closes over you, like a constant fog that fills your head and covers you like a blanket that tucks you in and holds you fast to your bed. Heavy fog lingers and refuses to dissipate, as you lie there, sleepless, and the sandman clogs your eyes with his mocking sand. Sadness surrounds you like the darkness of a moonless, cloudy night. You stumble over roots and gopher holes in the blackness. Clouds hover and you seek the stars but you only peer further into the black night. Hoped for dawn does not come, as you walk, directionless and sigh, and your eyes never adjust to the darkness. Sadness fills you like a lukewarm drink, neither hot nor cold and the taste of it has long gone. The liquid neith...

Fragile A heart is a fragile place. A place where  memories hide, hurts abide, love collides.  ❤ A heart is  a fragile place. A place where  pain is felt, hopes melt, love welts.   ❤ A heart is  a fragile place. A place where  plans are laid, dreams fade, home's made.   ❤ A heart is  a fragile place. A place where time stops, spirits drop, bubbles pop.  ❤ A heart is  a fragile place. A place where love is born, oaths are sworn, lovers mourn. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By {innocent eyes} via flickr

and love and love happens like lightning striking in a moment, in a day, in a glance. and love changes like dawn breaks, imperceptibly from dark to light. and love surrounds like morning mist, rising from nowhere until it envelopes. and love grows from pain to hunger gnawing from the belly and the mind. and love is desperate like addiction overriding every other appetite. and love creates a world like a dream where days are lived in slow motion. and love empowers like confident faith emboldening to overcome obstacles. and love lasts like the ocean waves' ebbs and flows, forever. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By elayne001 via pixabay

the breeze i am alone. i feel the breeze. after the humid heat of the summer's day,  the cool evening breeze sends me bodily relief, yet, carries an unsettling sense of melancholy. the sun's bright, burning, daytime blaze must always give way to the cool darkness of night, where aloneness weighs heavier on one's silent soul. the weight of the day doubles and trebles with each passing hour, with each star that appears in the sky, with each moonbeam that catches my eye. i see the distant orbs and am reminded of the vast universe. i am small. the tiny specks that are stars sparkle and wink, yet, i am not amused. words sometimes bring comfort but tonight's breeze reminds me that relief is fleeting, for tomorrow's summer sun will give way to yet another summer night. i accept the breeze's soothing consolation from the day's warmth but find no solace in my solitary, summer musings. i feel the breeze. i am alone.  © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Imag...

Mind Sounds Swirling thoughts, spinning round, pulsing music, colliding sound. Machine hums echoes rebound, ideas circle, images abound. Mental motion, think aloud, decibels rise, raucous crowd. Clanging cymbals, metal sound, brain's function, notions wound. Figures focus, cranial collage, whirring, scraping, mirage barrage. Symphonic measure, cacophonous beat, concept cluster, attitude retreat. Sounds, thoughts, reverberate round, images, noise, headward bound. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image :  http://www.freeimageslive.com/galleries/backdrops/abstract/pics/abstractcarnationnegative.jpg

yesteryear Crystalline memories of yesteryear, framed like snapshots, seem so clear. Viewed from a distance, recall, true, focused images, seem like new. Remembered visions of days gone by, like photograph's ingrained in mind's eye. Recalled days and unforgotten nights, remain deep within mind's sights. Faces of people, recollected facts, preserved like scenes from plays' First Acts. Impressions gathered, treasured pictures, likeness imagined, permanent fixtures. Someone's there from the long ago past, like photos handled and preserved to last. Smiling, laughing, sometimes somber faces, saved like etched glass, remembered graces. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  VintagePhotos By gracey