Roses Don’t Lie… Not Really
Roses are red Violets are blue Beautiful and true Like the song in your heart The rhythm of its beat The sweetest I ever heard I’m addicted to their tune When you lie next to me And...
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I sing a poem of love inspired by your cello voice that leaves my insides tingly and find myself fluted by Ionic columns, to temples of elation. Love Poem of… Edward Ille...
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The deep raspy, mournful voice Unique, born to sing the blues Improvising, shouting, moaning Do anything, you’ve paid your dues Get down and dirty, soul man But please, just sing me...
Read MoreCome Into the Deep
Come into the deep Where my wetness cools your sting and your burns Stay in the deep the clatter of chattering voices of noise softly muffled low whispering hush lulling Be here in My...
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And as I looked, apricot, salmon petals gently curving, round one another, enfolding. I saw a man and woman seated bare. Wrapped in each others’ arms. Their backs smooth. Petal tips,...
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