THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE

Come live with me and be my love, 

And we will all the pleasures prove,
That valleys, groves, hills and fields,
Woods or steepy mountains yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair-lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.

Deep Eyes, Deep Love

Eyes of passion,
Blue and tender,
A world of love awaits,
A soulmate inside,

Sensual touch,
Sensual sight,
Love is strong tonight,
Love is uniting,

Passion burns brightly,
Bodies engage slightly,
Eyes meet and flutter,
Lips touch and quiver,

Voices play together,
Become one forever,
Stare in her eyes,
See the sky,
 
For love burns brightly.

THE KISS

His eyes shine through the clouds above,

It is two deep blue oceans I am thinking of. 
With graceful eyelashes soft as doves,
Inside them I see reflections of our love.
He runs to me with his soul open wide,
Forever in my womb he will swim and hide,
For he knows that I will never leave his side,
He knows he will eternally be inside.
As he graces me with a kiss,
Spilling is the light of joy from his lips,
His magic pools at my feet ,
His laughter leaps out at me,
As I lift him to dance in his bliss,
Like a rose petal as sweet as his kiss,
He is a rhythm divine,
A love I thought I would never find,
The wonder of his smile blooms like a flower,
To you my dear child i'd give my last hour.

THE MOTION

Lips on the small of a back 

Making their way on a charted course. 
Kisses on the thigh, 
Delving deep, 
In pursuit of torrid pleasure.
Hands searching for perfection and 
Feeling their way down heavenly skin. 

Eyes gazed in marvel 
At the illusory of circumstance, 
In bliss,
Toward a destiny unknown. 
Gasps of breath, 
The sense of oneness never this powerful, 

Felt to the bone. 
The assured nature of every touch and 
The warmth of flesh on flesh. 
Belief,
On top of disbelief. 
The rush of heat to the soul and
Life in a dead heart.

As A Year Begins

A floral arrangement
a ring for engagement
the joyous bells echoed
their message to me.

Guarding me, guiding me,
he gave all his love to me;
I felt so safe in his hands,
we made wedding plans.

Our love stayed alive,
as past years hurried by,
still we'd gaze eye to eye
whispering tenderly.
How golden the memory
sheer magic it weaves,
and as a New Year begins
"I still hear violins".

A WHISPER SWEET

Basket full of pretty posies
from the "you" I love,
both of us to talk together
under stars above.

A whisper sweet discloses
the magic that you feel,
I'm delighted with the roses,
roses tell me love is real.

We sing a song of rainbows
to the tune of a lullaby,
you and I both wearing halos
so in love ~ as time goes by.