Good Morning?

Anxiously awaiting…

hoping sleep does arrive this night…

been on the run from love-lonesome days,

& winter-cold nights…

I’ve managed to survive another day’s light,

filling the minutes & hours with occasional laughter,

distant voice & the joy of my children’s vivid songs…

preventing the heart from exploring the seemingly,

ever-ending,

Inner lone…

…but Inside My night’s dreams…

I control My subconscious mind, body & soul,

satisfying the void that the days silently hold,

clinching tight & cradling the mysteries & magik,

as My rest unfolds HerSelf…

with fulfilled days, a peaceful home,

& the future She does tell…

nature walks, long talks, sunset blisses,

goodnight cherry kisses,

& double tongue-tied stems,

on the whims

of Love…

In a place where promise still lives

& will-power is Steel

& Still.

She awakens with me.

….as I give way to the hypnotic heart’s twists here,

alarms missed,

wishing nights last always… I hissss,

because I love like this!

but in my awake-ness

it’s dissolved or dismissed…

forcing mySelf to keep dreaming,

prolonging an awakening listlessness…

into My dreamish night

I Am…

filled with heart-warmed days & heart-filled nights…

Out of Sight!

Right?!

where my love is the soul-dip,

in my hips…

we’re in the way too deep now,

SuperNova Lovers,

motions like oceans,

taken over by indocile emotions,

on cloud nine sin,

in matrimonial seventh heaven,

where the married bed is undefiled,

lost as we wish,

eating out of each other’s dishes,

executing soul desires

& quenching flaming, out of control fires

all the while igniting more,

as we explore

new places…with tongue, finger & toe laces….

but don’t extinguish Me!

I’m a Ragin-Rolla fuh Mine…

like My dishes spicy…

So glad You decided to dine,

for a night of pleasance in My Garden of Dreams,

because Here is where I awaken in action…

to make them Reality.

Good Morning.

© 10/16/12 LeTisha.Woods.

love dance

every day’s a honey-moon,

keeping that flame ignited,

love’s refusal to allow Her heat to be choked,

fired up energy, always animated and vibrant,

as we tip-toe into night sky’s darkness,

jigging star to star,

RePlaying caramel & chocolate swirled kisses,

playing hide-n-go get it,

glancing into our bright sparkling eyes of yesters,

of our hand-held, skipping over the cracks in the road,

smiling up at honey-dew moon’s mid-night delight,

our toe-tapping jig becomes slower, we are closer,

our desire is for more, and our jig becomes heated,

twisted playful kissy-kisses,

erotic, erratic hearts,

hit and miss neck kiss-utterances,

soft rose petal shoulder traces,

our jig is waltzing,

caramel chocolate lip-meltings,

electric body droppings’ touching,

as the moonlight silhouettes our bodies’ slow saltation,

decelerating from passion within,

as body temperatures ascend,

hot drip… drops… permeate to the tip… tops… of our fingers,

our toes, and all that flows,

dripping rain-beats to the rhythms of our slow dance,

clapping hearts as we meet,

tapping lips in tasty heat,

swaying arms around beloved strength,

grinding pelvis around awakened length,

rocking souls to the chocolate-caramel rain-beats!

as we’ve cum 2gether again, soused in unity,

chocolate, love-creams, caramel, and body-dew drops,

doing a waltz-jig, body rock!

honey-moonin’ love over heaven’s skies,

over mountain tops,

in slow motion…floating over oceans.

we singin’ “♪ Play another slow jam…”

physically releasing vibrations,

shaking, overcoming titillating soul love-making,

as melodic rhythms float downhill, onto Motherland,

bodies roll over sienna earth and emerald grass…Her gentle land,

holding hands….breathlessly loving, speechlessly ecstatic,

in our secretly, unworldly, blissful, wordlessness love,

be-Cause true love is absent of the expressions of such…

Words expressing love.

….of our never-ending promise…

….meet you here tomorrow,

to play peek-a-boo, between the night’s stars,

under our sweet honey-dew moon,

to perform our love dance.

© LeTisha.Bowie 7/26/12