My Day
I told him he’s the one and now we
are getting married.
High school sweethearts.
High school lovers, soon to be
husband and wife.
Love and passion that
kept us going.
Kept us real.
Kept us wanting.
Moment after moment,
Intense, hot sparks,
hot climaxes.
We cherish the moments.
Moments that last,
that caught us in a world of bliss.
Caught us in time, in secrets.
Caught us in whispers.
The test of faith, of hands
clasp, entwined not surrendering.
A kiss, a touch, a smell.
That aroma that speaks of
inviting sex, lingers at the altar.
I can’t wait to indulge in sweet sugars
and tasty cream.
As I said I do.
The Dreamer
His hands so soft as his fingers runs
through my hair.
I called to him in soft tones, he answered.
His fierce and demanding ways captured
my silence.
He moved swift to embrace,
his strong arms wrapped
around me.
As if he savored this moment,
like a tasty morsel served on a platter.
He took his time, tasting the dainties.
He loved the tasty morsels as he licked his lips
in pleasure.
He made me a woman so many times
and easily too.
I didn’t want this moment to end.
I felt a sudden urge, like
thunder,
an explosion is about to happen.
A sudden scream, a burst,
a point of no return.
Then a rush,
and I woke up all wet,
and it was not sweat.
Her Tears Fell On His Grave
She misses him, as the tear drops flows.
Every tear is her life as she rekindled memories.
He’s gone but is awaken by her sadness.
He touches her gently; he is a silent night.
His spirit moves, so soft, so gentle.
She opens her arms as to embrace what was.
She looks out her window, to find her lost.
He answers, as the chill breeze bring perfumed
fragrance, that the tear dropped on
his grave. She remembers.
his hands, his touch, his kiss.
The passion they shared.
Mixed with feelings of lost.
He welcomed the chance to be reunited,
as the casket opened.
She looked one more time,
as if in the distance, in her mind, in her heart,
one chance of life will come back.
No more time, no more season.
The background music of voices,
support her crying soul.
The tears fell on dirt, to carry good news,
as he lay motionless.
He longs for her in spirit, he calls her name,
in spirit, he kisses her in spirit.
She rubs her tears on him, the casket closed.
She rubs her tears on herself, as his spirit
awakens her soul.
LISELLE POWDER
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