All of Me

some nights

i just want 

to watch her

slow and sensuous waltz


breathing in


my warm musky scent

some nights 

i just want to 

let myself go

inhibitions, control, fears

and 

let her have

all of me

Notes:  Some nights, I just want to write for myself.   No form, no inhibitions.


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Sweet kisses

rainy afternoon

he holds her hands ardently

sun smiling his face

~0~0~

he asks her shyly

silver ring gleaming his hand

boldly she answers

warm soft kisses

enveloping, engulfing

cool stiff composure

~0~0~

salt on his lips  

toes curl in delight with kisses      

sweeter than custard

Author's Note:   Written for Haiku Heights - Prompt # 64 ~ Kiss.  This is part of the on-going month long haiku challenge at Haiku Heights.  

Also shared with D'Verse Poets Pub (doors open every Tuesday at 3 pm EST).   Link your poem (any form) and enjoy warm company.

In writing haiku poems (3 lines, 17 syllables) I strive to provide a contrast of images between the first line and the third line.  

Picture credit:   http://thenyoukiss.tumblr.com/post/9817017141

That woman

she is full of allure 
sultry black eyes
dark teasing lips


brimming of theatrics
a day with her
drama and angst 


unsatisfied with
my silent affections, 
tossed gift of pearls
out into street


I play the sax
cool tunes to woo  
but no, she wants my
bold wordy intentions


how do i begin
tell her she got me at
palm of her hand


now she is gone
chasing madly after 
hobo down the street 




Author's Note:   This post is for D'verse Poets Pub:   Poetics.  Prompt is Silent Movies  of Charlie Chaplin (clip from A Woman in Paris)


Also shared with Poetry Jam.  Hosted by Evelyn - prompt is Humor in Poems.


picture credit:   from here

Slowly

unfold me gently
with deep lingering kisses   

searing my skin pink 

unwrap me slowly

peeling each tissue to gaze

gem in jewelled folds

Poetry form:   Haiku (3 lines; 17 syllables)

For Haiku Heights Challenge # 62:   My choice for the prompt is slowly.   

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Breath of Summer

House is quiet

Standing still, ghostly pale

Like no one lives there

Bed is tidy

Pillows, cushions stiffed-neck

No one ruffling it today

Floor is clean

Polished like a mirror

Looking at itself

Suddenly, luggage heaving

Doors opening wide

Running feet, gleeful sounds

Windows flinging sideways

Bright sunflowers in pockets

Last breath of summer

    

Author's Note:   Flash Fiction Friday - Tell a story in 55 words.  G-man, here's one! 

Poet's United: Poets United:  Thursday Rally : The Thursday Think Tank # 64 - Sunflowers


I can feel the cool air nipping, don't you?  

My pre-teen daughter arrived yesterday after spending the month with her cousins in Vancouver for vacation.  Her school starts next week, Tuesday after our long weekend.  She is like a breeze of summer with her endless chatter. ;-)