Goosebumps…

Reading unvoiced tremor of nervousness, as Braille under caressing fingertips, he recited in stilted sighs a sonnet of desire scribed on her skin in moonlit silence drunk on love's chardonnay.

Sensual Whispers

caved pillows imprinted in twin heads, wrinkles furrowed on satin sheets of silent morn, lingering whispers of sweet-nothings murmured in night's ear, remnants of molten, vanilla candles, their dead wicks winking in early refulgence~ murmur stardust-secrets, Echo of blending breaths entangled and fragrant with passion, caresses exotic like molten, dark chocolate, trickling down butterscotch, emblazoned …

Medley ~Versatile thoughts in Vignettes

love letters scribbled by fingertips of winter sunshine, on burnished epistles of autumn in wilted November, float whispering in cinnamon syllables, a fragrant tale of love nascent yet withered from boughs of vibrant imagery. dredges of stale cappuccino in paper-cup preoccupations, remind of conversations in moonlight between the starstruck. proclivities of a precocious dawn are …

Loving With Wisterias…

fragrant wisterias blossoming in chortling sunshine of an exuberant summer, are like lingering sighs of spring twilights tapestried in lavender whorls on clouds afloat over cerulean heights. they crept over ancient walls on shadowy feet of redolence, to concoct a verse of perfumed flowers that reverberated with dreams of a love which blossomed underneath these …

Shared Silences…

meeting you on the abstract edge of horizons, that dappled in graffiti by lilac-tinted quill of eventide, as an evensong of muted syllables of color, I found nothing to say to you all those carefully rehearsed lines before my patient mirror were all suddenly forgotten. you wore a simple red skirt, but to me you …

A Fragrant Memory of Love

she lingers in my mind as a nascent memory, a gossamer dream spun of redolent sighs, a faint reminiscence which lurks in memory's catacombs, draped in opaque mist of confounding amnesia. I remember not her features, her face, nor her silken mane or her alabaster contours, but just some scents which whisper in surreal syllables …

Loving You Beyond Forever

you are the one I love, the scarlet sigh of aurora, which is scribed in syllables of vermilion over crepe of azure skies, moonlight wine that fills refulgence in cauldrons of gossamer dreams. I can feel your hands caress me like fingers of honeydew winter noon, etching blushes of nascent desire on my alabaster contours, and …

Loving You As A Dream…

you are like song of silver syllables, echoing from jubilant lips of a cascade, reverberating within my heartbeats inside layers of my soul. a wisp of fall carried in invisible palms of breeze, your thoughts I carry within my contemplation, always remembering you at the whimsical turn of every nascent moment. the taste of your …

Forget Me Not

We Are Lovers…

within rugged touch of your calloused palms I flow as serenade of rippling desires, restrained from overflowing by caressing embrace, that gilds my life in sunshine sighs, the molten honey of your gaze is my mirror reflecting reverberations of my dreams, within the embracing warmth of your arms I flower as dulcet evensongs from lips …