ajwrites57

I love to I love to run my fingers  through your silky, brown  tresses. I love to touch you  in your soft, white, cotton  sundresses. I love your  hot, humid, tender caresses. I love to place my mouth and  kiss you on your round, ruby lips.  I love to hold you 'round your  swaying, nubile hips. I love to  touch and move my hands on your  smooth, satin skin with my fingertips.  I love to see the sun shine on your  sweet, smilin' face. I love to see  you run with beauty and grace. I love  to feel your body in a full, frontal  embrace. I love to hear the laughter  in your voice. I love it that you made  me your loving choice. I love to  celebrate your heart and rejoice. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  Pierre Auguste Cot [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Come True I dreamed I saw you. Was it really you? I dreamed I saw you. Did I see you? I dreamed I met you. Could it be true? I dreamed I met you Did I meet you? Do visions come true? Do dreams come true? Do kisses come true? Does love come true? Does magic come true? I dreamed I kissed you. Do kisses come true? I dreamed I kissed you. Did my lips kiss you? I dreamed I loved you. Do dreams come true? I dreamed I loved you. Does love come true? Do visions come true? Do dreams come true? Do kisses come true? Does love come true? Does magic come true? I dreamed of magic? Is it magic or just you? I dreamed of magic. Did you come true? Do visions come true? Do dreams come true? Do kisses come true? Does love come true? Does magic come true? © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  martinak15 via flickr

Cypher i feel myself daily, fade away, i feel there is less of me, today, i feel inside of me, melt like clay, i feel no feelings, sad to say, i feel old longings, no longer play, i feel old friendships, gone to stay, I feel no trust, none to betray, i feel every color, turn to gray, i feel love inside me, begin to fray, i feel no emotion, no tears allay, I feel no sadness, no glum array, I feel empty deep, to my dismay, i feel some madness, look of fey, i feel each night, not turn to day, i feel great pressure, on me weigh, i feel each part off me, doom decay, i feel the scent of death's bouquet, i feel the end is on its way. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤

Bleak Journey Pleasures sought have gone unfound, hopes and wishes, gone aground. Fears are found with full impression, horrors wound in straight succession. Daylight's darkness dims the light, waking moments seem like night. Danger's doom has come today, fated failures claim their way. Life regression carries clues, clashing rhythms stuck like glue. Waking moments seem like sleep, seconds ticking make one weep. Winding stairways, like a maze, Simple Simon states a phrase. Simon Says, "Watch your feet!" Stairways trip you in defeat. Seconds tick, seem like hours, fruitless efforts, loss of powers. Waiting for the final act, no one leaves this life intact. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  By Kirinwizard from Wikimedia Commons

Remember Wind-swept lovers, passion flares, sultry summers, we were there. Balmy evenings, record highs, humidity rising, hearts' surprise. Sun-baked nights, emotion feast,  sweltered heat, love released. Sunset pleasures, ocean side, high-tide rolling, love undenied. Satin sea foam, senses filled, waves of water, we were thrilled.  Season's glory, bright moonlight, sandy beaches, we held tight. Starry heavens, tender touch. cloudless sky, we felt so much. Ocean's echo, seashell sound, flotsam wood-fire, arms around. Seaside music, silk-soft allure, off to dreamland, sleep secure. Low-tide morning, dawn's sweet kiss, dew-filled haze, memory's bliss. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By beanworks If you enjoyed this poem find more  here.

Wet Power The late Spring rain, massages fertile soil, encourages blades of grass, stimulates flower blossoms, overflows wellsprings. The late Spring rain, wafts soils' scent, releases grass' aldehyde, arouses flowers' nectar, radiates Spring's smells. The late Spring rain, reminds of other Springs, recalls love's youth, opens memory's vault, redounds heart's Spring. The late Spring rain, caresses life's length, touches tender spots, presses pleasure's thoughts, pulses heart's heaven. The late Spring rain, returns me to you, recollects your ideal, respire's your essence, rewards oneness with you. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By Богдан Тригубец (Собственная робота CC-BY-SA-3.0, via Wikimedia Commons

green grass Strolling in nice, soft, green grass. Strolling in soft, green, grass is nice. Strolling in green grass, softly is nicest. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By jdurham Find more of my writing  here.