familiar noises reach my head

the sounds of views long forgotten

I wrap myself around

with the feeling of the past

my skin hearing the velvet whispers

of the touch that was once mine

and delivered by your words and pleads

when you asked for more

and I stared at you with my mind

my eyes reading your lips

and the echo of your voice

filling my aching heart

I remember the passion

and yet I forget the pain,

you were the angry fire

against my raging storm

I hear your muscles tensing against mine

and see the electricity

that surged through our souls

I cannot define my love for you

only the taste brought by your smile

those memories I always hear

when the wind brings the touch of spring

so once again

I cover myself with the past

only to see the sounds

that brought me so much rapture

..............................................................

Naked and raw in rhythm of waves,

story written before our birth

in wet whispers between lips.

Sensations of temptations -

an erotic insanity consuming

freedom of silky breezes,

embracing shared secrets,

chills traversing spine.

Lathered intimacy melts

in embrace of fondling

and tasting in rippling

strokes at dusk.

Wild abandon in shadows

of moonlit dew,

silvery shivers, provocative

touches, riding on steeds,

enticing perfume of senses.

Teasing, pleasing, releasing,

moaning, groaning.

Fingers on soft skin

speaking your language.

rumpled sheets of passion.

We could better bite into

the flowers of a write

if we could only paint 

our lines in the full scent

of the sentiment that 

we'd felt within the hush

imagery that was spelt

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A brave heart as a soldier stood,

his mission was branded to do all good.

He kissed his children as he said goodbye,

a warm tear fell from his wife's eye.

He slowly walked to the front door,

thinking he will never see his family anymore.

A gentle wave from his firstborn,

He smiled and said, " I will skype yall in the morn".

The front door closed and a silence hovered.

A feeling of mourning had the room covered.

The truck started and as he pulled out,

his wife ran near the truck as she started to shout.

"Please honey, go another day, I feel strange about

you leaving this way."

He also felt it, and he called his commander in chief.

His commander understood, the soldier sighed with relief.

The very next day, his plane was found

scattered along a country ground.

There were no survivors and families were called,

This brave soldier was thankful his wife stalled.