spilledwoords
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Love Is a Child
Love is a child; it beliefs fairy tales –pleasantries, fantasies, and happy endings.Love is a believer; it blots out reasoninflicts its wounds with unfathomable sensibilityafoot, light-headed it condones deceits’ daring –you can make a man out of an ape.A Rake; can be reformed to… Continue Reading “Love Is a Child”
Wait Not
Wait not, fond lovershe’d not give a waiverwho took your placefind yourself another,let your memories bank not on me;your fantasies are free to roam. Wait not, fond lovershe – I dwell now inher river like a fish;she’s a taunting schemerthat wouldn’t unshackleor make me… Continue Reading “Wait Not”
Hello
I wish I had known betterat tender years,we laughed together didn’t meanwe laughed for the same reason.I have paid the price –so many unseen tears, many wet pillowsaltho’ both are born to unlike clime:Men n’ Women, Love n’ DeceitI have promised myselfI’ll not ask… Continue Reading “Hello”
LOVE is SAD
I speak not a word further my Beloved that I may please; to gaze on Love’s portrait of ill-harmony without the agony, the doubt, the joy which rends the heart it bears while day n’ night roll darkling by is like gathering clouds ne’er… Continue Reading “LOVE is SAD”
LETTER TO DIBAY
Dear Dibay, With the most anxious of hearts I – a congenital admirer of yours humbly tender this supplication for the fulfillment of the Cupid desires of my heart that has reached the end of its endurance. Ever since you were conceived in my… Continue Reading “LETTER TO DIBAY”
A Fair Maid
A fair maid’s fragrance beckons mewithout hesitation, without permission, thro’ I’ve seen her only on the pages of her Instagram. Her pencil-pointed plump melon her skin gleamin’ like rich satin which makes the attire that adores her a rare work of beauty. She has… Continue Reading “A Fair Maid”
Tell Me I’m Beautiful
Tell me I’m beautiful and I’ll spare your face from being furrowed with tears. I’ll multiple your joy bountifully. Tell me I’m beautiful and I’ll open my doorway for you to walk in and explore the mystery that’s me. Tell me I’m beautiful and… Continue Reading “Tell Me I’m Beautiful”
She’s Not My Queen
At this ungodly hour her rapt knocks at my treasure trove breaths out fire, her urge flush hot.In… Continue Reading “She’s Not My Queen”
One, Two, Three
One, Two, Three. You thrust with all your might then it’s over. Why the urgency? Don’t give me two minutes with your fingers twisting at my nipples. Hell, No! That wouldn’t do at all nor will a quick raid on my nether regions. My… Continue Reading “One, Two, Three”
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