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  May 2015 those bygone years
Chris
.

I know how to swim
but love drowning in you
  May 2015 those bygone years
Chris
.

Whispering apricot beams shine upon frilly sheers,
lazy shadows dance in daffodil dawn colours,
pirouettes of pleasured moments,
silently flowing on smooth brush stroke walls

You breathe, softly, the sweetest sonnet,
rhythmically exhaling beneath satin sheets
symphonic…bringing a grin to the sunrise,
blushing clouds hide behind a bashful horizon

Placing a gentle kiss upon rose petal shoulders,
you stir ever so slightly…eyes flutter, chiffon wings
hugging the pillow wistfully, floating within,
cascading between dreams of us

Exploring the mesmerizing curves of your body,
my lips touch warm porcelain skin,
the faintest sigh escapes, a smile appears
as your wispy fingers seek my own

A purr escapes, whispered desires sooth,
tranquil thighs twitch as they part slightly,
the sweetest scent tempts me, awash in dewdrop bliss,
glistening beads of summer rain memories

Probing gentle folds, serene recesses of silken slivers
sipping the morns perfect elixir, ambrosia,
seeing your eyes wide open now
and falling once more deeply into their hypnotic beauty

Maple sugar cravings, slippery pearlescent glimmers,
tasting your flavors as methodical moans sift dawns hush,
drippings linger my lips…nectarous indulgence,
essence of honeysuckle breezes

Hands ****** my hair, wavy lengths, grasping  
tickling heated embraces, melting into the morning
reaching beneath arching form…pulling nearer, closer
quilted comfort massages

Sunshine illumines the room with sparkled effervescence,
writhing deep into the blue sky destinations,
azure visions of springtime promises kept
and green grass wanderings

I rise with you, fall with you…with this perfect time,  
mirroring movements in reflective crescendos, rapidly,
as your voice sings my name, feathered pillow melodies,
ending in an ovation in hummingbird quivers

And you collapse, tethered breaths, tiny giggles
pulling the sheets tight to your chin playfully
I peer up, cinnamon eyes gleam, twinkle
*rejoicing as brand new day begins…in love
Use your imagination.  :)
Sorry, it's a little long but once I started it was hard to stop
  May 2015 those bygone years
Chris
.

Please take this,

caress it in your loving hands,
hold it tightly in your comforting arms,
keep it safe each and every day
for it no longer belongs to me,
it now belongs to you …

*it is my heart
  May 2015 those bygone years
Chris
.

A twilight summer afternoon
Along a sleepy shore
The sunset paints the evening sky
In colours we adore

A breeze so cool flows through your hair
The beach soft on our skin
We wait the tide so soon to come
As nighttime does begin

Nestled in your arms so close
Feel your warmth against the chill
Pewter skies are calling and
The air now resting still

The first star to appear this eve
Flickers ever slight
I have my wish my darling
*First star is yours tonight
A collaboration with my amazing girlfriend.
Her verses in italics
  May 2015 those bygone years
Chris
.

To what do we owe
this canvas knapsack of fears
draped heavily upon our back,
bringing shoulders to a tipping point
Weighted of decisions to be made and
thoughts which haunt when we are alone

Straps cut into tender flesh,
scars build where smooth skin once slept
now bedded down by burdens
in an uncomforting fabric,
warm but dark and painful
as nighttime brings a solitude of tears

Wishes find four wall deterrents,
though from a southern facing window
a light penetrates the anguished fog,
illuminating this room of desperation,
inviting glances to find
that of which smiles are born

Now as we find our hearts migrating
past curtained weeping patterns,
reaching for the glowing affection
whispering on blissful breezes,
soothing longings of safe arms
to hold us in this time of need

Run with every speed to this view,
calling of moonbeams and star dust
careful not to trip over the worries
cast aside to the floor beneath your bed
where they shall remain hidden
behind a door now locked by love

To what do we owe
this canvas knapsack of fears?
Only ourselves if we continue
to look behind at what was instead of
casting our eyes forward on what is now offered
just outside that southern facing window of opportunity
There's a party tomorrow
and I want to know

Are you coming or not?

I prepare myself for you
to talk and explain

but you never even call out my name.

Wait
but why do I care so much?

There's no one to impress
You're just a stain
And I'm washing away the dirt.

Coming or not
I'll ignore
the apologies I've waited to hear
Hi guys. Sorry I haven't posted in a while.
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