scent ~ or crush # 5 ~ Ah, she left a bit of clothes soft, warm, her scent, longing grows I hold them to my cheek and sigh, wondering if she knows. Her scent, gives me vision to see only her love can set me free I hold them to my cheek and die Knowing we can never […]
Archive for the ‘The Longest Crush’ Tag
scent ~ or crush # 5 ~ Leave a comment
Still I write ~ Leave a comment
I sit alone, late at night writing to you by candle light. A letter, I know I will never send many a night like this I spend. I envisage your face, so splendid God’s sculpting hand must be commended. My pen, it creeps across the paper, the fantasy visage turns to vapor. Still I […]
chasing will-o’-the-wisp ~ Leave a comment
Tranquility As I woke this morning, Your breath against my neck, I felt tranquility. Sighing You cuddled close, sighing softly, fingers playing on my chest. Gracefully I stroke your hair, amazed at it softness, it falls gracefully through my fingers. Unremitting I hug you close, wondering why I never can get close enough, an unremitting […]
Endless beauty ~ Leave a comment
Knowing I have loved you for over half my life when you have been joyful or sad, you should know I will love you always even into your old age never ending. In my minds eye you are always beautiful, When you become old and grey time having taken it’s toll I will see you […]
Fantasy on a busy sidewalk ~ Leave a comment
Every night I dream of you, I hate my dreams. not real: why are you not mine? Only the taste of your crimson lips can give me satisfaction. Moist lips I have never kissed, I hear your melodic voice in the wind, Your joyful laughter warms me inside, But it has been so long since […]
Golden Warmth ~ Leave a comment
I saw her again just yesterday My soul once more caught fire. Her eyes with golden speckles met mine Never will my body ache more. The pain in my heart, a pain so real. My body would not obey me, Her voice so warm and full of sunshine I burned as if in a blazing […]
Crush # 18 ~ Leave a comment
Crush # 18 ~ Cars go by, horns honking, busy sidewalks exquisite model of a woman honourable and worthy she walks by me, Not part of the cities foulness: An easy course yet full of verve, attentive of her terminus; sylphlike and determined at all times, Flowers seem to bloom as consequence; pristine is immaculate is […]