A Poet's Haven

I always knew how her eyes spoke to me… Always more so than her or voice… Those very lips that I have kissed thousands of times… In the passionate expressions of our love… Tonight those very eyes speak with great sadness… Those beautiful eyes can not hide the pain… Those beautiful lips can not speak…

She heard a voice… Calling out her name… A soft whisper… Muffled in the winds of time… The voice she heard was no more… Why now… Were her first thought… Turning towards the sound… Nothing but the wind… Caressing her skin… With chills… ” your gone “ Drifted from her lips…

I came across a title of a piece I wrote…It is dated May 21, 2014…Three months from this date I will meet someone online that will alter my course in life. I was unable to find it online, it contained this image as well… ” a disease called love “ She was blessed with one…

As the days grow shorter a cold wind  whispers to the trees. And the leaves begin their journey  carried by the winds of Autumn. Into the rivers and streams some will travel far  into the oceans of our world a few will be chosen. Directed by whispers in winds of Autumn  into the lakes and…

At first I thought it was her eyes…The more I looked, the more I saw…Every inch of her spoke to me…Without words…Questions,From her mind…From the very depths of her soul…From the expression of her lips…The way she was dressed…I found it very difficult to focus on her eyes…I found it very enticing…I found it very…

September Mornings are my favorite time of year… She has worn; her favorite shades of green, as she awakened… Following the last cool breezes of Winter… You might say I’m a voyeur at heart… With the first loss of her coverings in dog days of  Summer… She has enticed me with the smallest drops of…

With cup in hand, I ventured out into the first,  cold morning of Autumn… I felt the her cold breath upon my neck,  as a murder took flight… With a fluttering of mostly auburn leaves,  like the color of her hair… As I moseyed around the little trails,  worn into the forest around me… Listening…

Our first meeting… Too many hours of straddling  my old Hogg… My lips were so dry, and chapped… They felt like I had just returned from Hell… Our eyes locked the moment I walked through the door… As she stood behind the bar… She nodded towards an empty stool… She set an ice cold mug…

Within her whisper…  There are rules…  You can not speak…  That includes moans, whimpers…  Only the silent cries of pleasure…  No marks can be left behind…  No makeup or colognes…  No deodorant…  No articles of clothing…  Love was the only sound… #love, #fantasy, #romance, # passion image by Creative Commons

Anyone who’s ever cruised down..  Sections of olde Route 66… Knows about those long stretches of road…  Between gas stations and coffee shops… And those stretches can be brutal any time of year… Let alone the months of July and August… My gauge was getting close enough…  To kiss the Big E… As my body…