This Way Forward

the contract was signed long ago
determined to honor it then
and do still even now
today, tomorrow and forever
here doing what’s best
for the union of these two hearts

a lifetime of lessons
shows us that harmony is paramount
maturity can prevail
if we choose it
letting love take the lead
with dignity and grace

taking
the
path
of
least
obstruction

Reblog – Seed

I just love the intensity and flow of this piece! Have fun reading it! 🙂

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

Seed

You can try

every cure, every potion, every remedy,

you can erase it with drugs, with sex, with religion

you can cauterise it, crush it, cut it, crucify it,

you can freeze it, forgive it, forget it, fuck it,

you can deny it, defy it, deride it, destroy it,

you can burn it, break it, belittle it, betray it, bury it,

you can hate it, harm it, hurt it, harangue it,

you can trick it, tear it, trap it, trash it,

you can eject it, evade it, evict it, eat it,

you can poison it, persecute it, prick it, prune it,

you can shame it, shatter it, smash it, suck it

you can ruin it, regret it, reduce it, rape it,

you can inject it, intimidate it, isolate it,

you can leave it, lash it, lose it.

You can try

every spell, every enchantment, every charm

you can call…

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Secrets Between Lovers – Part 2

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Part 1

Connor’s profile was enchanting to look at from this angle. I couldn’t help but notice that the backdrop of the ocean and the palm trees added yet another level of handsomeness to the man. He is just so yummy! Propped up on my elbows on our favorite cabana, I watched him watching the couples walking along the beach. He had a slight smile, making me wonder what he found so amusing. Maybe it made him happy to see couples in love, or perhaps he fantasized about the women? It didn’t matter; he was delicious! And now I was smiling. I suggested a swim.

We walked hand in hand towards the shoreline, enjoying the sand getting squishier on our toes the closer we got to the water. Far out, the ocean was a beautiful deep blue, but from where we splashed into it, it was crystal clear. We could see every grain of sand being lifted by our feet as we tread deeper until the saltwater consumed us whole. Schools of tiny little fish surrounded our ankles, a few nipping us gently. I laughed as I spoke directly to those who were nibbling, “Thank you, Mr. Fish! I’d always wanted an ocean pedicure.” Connor laughed with me.

I pulled Connor to me and held him tightly. It was mesmerizing to gently rock with the waves while looking into his beautiful grey eyes and bronze face. His light brown hair was wild looking, adding a boyish charm. The tousled look was probably courtesy of the raucous night we had the previous evening or perhaps from laying in the sand and the beach bedding all morning. Reaching out to smooth it down a bit, I got closer to those lips and let my tongue glide into his mouth ever so gently.

I could feel him begin to throb with excitement. Connor looked into my eyes knowingly. He was eager to unleash himself from his swimming trunks. Luckily no one could see him push my bikini bottom to the side so he could enter me as I wrapped my legs around him. Sex in the ocean with him felt so natural, and so freeing. If this were to be my last minute on earth, it would be the way I’d want to go. We kissed deeply and passionately, with urgency and desire. Connor shuddered as he climaxed, gripping me tighter until he was spent.

“Baby, I’m sorry I came so quick but damn, you are such a good lover, I couldn’t help myself!” he said affectionately.

“No worries, my love. We’ve got all day to take care of me,” I said with a wide smile. Readjusting my bikini bottom, I found it funny that what slowly dripped out of me was mixing his salt with the ocean’s, as if it really needed any more brine.

We slowly walked out of the water, fully intending to take a small nap back in our cabana. Connor picked up his phone and growled.

“Damn it. I told them no phone calls.”


TO BE CONTINUED ON WEDNESDAY…


Reblog – ‘Forget me not’ by John Coyote

Deep feelings of love, a wanting, and need to feel you are someone’s everything. Ah, so sweet! Enjoyed this piece very much, hope you do too! 🙂

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Forget me not
—-

She told me, flattery will get you everything.
Please make me feel loved and wonderful.
I need someone, to be their, everything.
Even if just sweet lies dear Poet.

Divina Primavera

—-

I remember the long Summer days and us stealing kisses and dancing near the lake.
You were my elixir of the sweet new Germany September wine.
Your kind words of love torn away years of misery and regret.
You told me often. Lover’s love and they demand more in the midnight hour.

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Forget me not my love , she whispered.
The canvas of life is for us to create.
We can paint with a gentle touch or conspire to leave broken pieces of art,
where love can be dead and bury.
Blood art leave final resting place or love descended to glorious places.
Leave memories of sweet kisses and many dances for the moon and the…

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Secrets Between Lovers – Part 1

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The sun dipped down farther, only a small semi-circle visible as the day said its goodbye to us. A contented sigh escaped the lips of my lover.

“It’s just more beautiful than we can put into words, isn’t it?” I said with a smile. This resort was our favorite, meeting every need a body and soul could have. Temperatures were moderate and not overbearing. The wind keeping it from being too sticky, and the shore whispered to us lovingly as we lazily laid on our comfortable beach bedding. The afternoons drifted in slow-motion as we mostly kept our eyes closed, letting intermittent naps take us away for small bits of time.

“How about we start slowly meandering towards our room?” Connor asked. I could see the hunger pangs within his question. “We still need to shower before the show, and I’d like to grab a bite first.”

“Ok, love. You’re right. We need to wash off the day,” as I gingerly crinkled my nose and smiled in his direction. He laughed, knowing exactly what I meant. “Yeah, I am a bit ripe, aren’t I?” Yes, a tad too manly, I thought to myself.

He didn’t show it, but it felt like he might be a bit offended, I said: “Well, truth be told, we’re both ripe!” The ocean did a great job of refreshing us throughout the day, but it didn’t disinfect the sweat all too well.

Although I enjoyed our long days at the beach, I looked forward to our evening shower. Both of us coming out smelling clean and looking at ourselves in the mirror at the end of the day, it was incredible to see how bronzed we had become. Seeing our reflections staring back at us was a turn-on, tempting me to ensure that we’d be late for the show. But Connor was hurrying, a sign he was starving. Well, there’s always later tonight, I thought quietly to myself. I slipped on my camisole and black skirt, signaling that I was nearly ready to go. He turned to me with his sexy grin. I forced myself to keep my passions under control.

Along with feeling like we were beautiful people, we were so at ease in this place, and seemingly quite in love. It’s like we were enchanted. The atmosphere was relaxed and sensual, and so very peaceful without a lot of human-made noise. It was heaven listening to the wild-life and the sounds of the surf on the beach. The staff did a great job of giving people their space but being immediately available when their services were required. We always felt pampered and well taken care of at the resort. It had been our escape from the world for the last five years, and one we looked forward to enthusiastically every year.

Grabbing my hand as we walked out the door, Connor said, “You look ravishing tonight, Angie! Let’s leave the show a little early tonight,” he said with a mischievous wink. I smiled and nodded excitedly.

TO BE CONTINUED ON TUESDAY…

Reblog – UNIMAGINABLE by Onah

This reminds me so much of those first heart-felt crushes in my teens when all love felt a bit out of control. Enjoy!

HUMEPOETS

NOT MORTAL

I don’t know
how it’s
all going
to end,
but your eyes
draw me into
a tunnel
that leads
to your beauty,
not of mortal,
but an
unimaginable
world,
of my own
volition,
am your captive,
and why not?
where love
is the only
song playing
in my heart,
ringing in
my head,
knocking on
my mind,
I pray the
rhythm and
melody never
end,
so I remain
a prisoner
of your love
forever.

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Reblog – Revenge.

Letting go in such a mature and heartbreaking, but loving way. May we all aspire to handle those moments in life which bring upheavals our way.

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I see you playing games

with my already frutstrated mind.

I can not help but wonder

if you are still the same guy

who made me believe in love

and that we’d build a wonderful life.

The song you used to play

to praise my eyes and smile

have suddenly vanished away

for I haven’t heard it in a while.

Well, I guess,

now the melodies have changed

and your words have lost their rhyme.

Your heart might pe the purest of all,

and your good deeds might be infinite.

But I think you aren’t aware;

breaking beautiful hearts can cost you

an irrecoverable loss for a lifetime.

Surprisingly,

I still don’t wish any ill for you,

for I’ve loved having you by my side.

Even though

my words may seem harsh sometimes,

I would never want you to feel lost

like a raindrop in an overcast sky.

Go…

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Reblog – IN BETWEEN THE LINES by Charles Robert Lindholm

Because of this piece, I began reading Chuck’s work. And not long after, we became friends. He is a sweet, sweet human! Get to know him, I think you’ll like him too. ❤

Go Dog Go Café

By Charles Robert Lindholm

There Is A Secret
Hiding Place
I Have
That I Keep

Unknown
To The World

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The Undertaking

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observe me
watch how i do things
understand my processes
my emotional movements
when you know them
you know me

engage me
find my compliance buttons
enjoy and revel in them
watch me emerge
to take a leap
of faith again

when you try
to live in my world
in the way i need
a bold, loud statement resonates inside
telling me you hear me
you’ve chosen to honor my being

Hitting The Right Notes

Bryan Adams – Have You Ever Really Loved A Woman?

the ripples of love
echoing within us
resemble the melody
of a good song
one felt deeply
and in each cell
of our being

touching
caressing
inviting
opening
flooding
… our senses

filling us with an excited calm
expanding our knowing
of the joy in being together
the price paid for love
is a release into it passionately
with purpose and commitment

fulfilling the needs freely
understanding your partner
it leads us to intensity and happiness
this pursued connection
forged in needing bliss for ourselves
this profound reward we seek eternally