The kitchen scents
of apple pie and homemade soup fills the air
waiting
for soft rain drops of lecture to begin.
wind reeds through whispering trees,
rain pouring in sheets of golden leaves
ripple fills the gutters.
between our words of a cup of sweet tea
achille ripples through her soul of the up and
coming change.
Autumn dust
children's laughter
skims of the lake.
Taken' down into the cavern of passions
guided by Your voice.
Your strong voice binding to the
depths of a slave's soul.
Lost in this wind of desire.
Breathing in Your scent.
All in life is ecstasy a livening tree
growing bright with lustful apples.
Pure existence in cried shed so long ago
Ten thousand words spin shedding
the old with the new.
Each stroke of living sea driving deep
into surrendering onto You.
Drip.
By drip.
A slave falls into You
Come and hear ye flute
Come and joy and thee dance!
Spinning silks of different colors shade
in the moons and fires light.
Velvet dark as shadowed figures in thee night
Gold and even silver shall buy your future
Cards of faded ink
Caravans by the campfire glow in hearts beat.
Keeping ye secrets is a gypsies style.
Restlessly, we go our own way
we are not meant for hearths nor a town.
Whirling dancers enchant of fires eyes
centuries have gone by but nay shall
tame us as of yet my friend!
When in the eyes of the spirit, within,
cloth rise dancing each breath that
she sighs in joyful ,taste of
passion thee crave.
Embrace thou side of butterflies
magic dancing in ye belly
sing to the sky and please thee Man
who winks at You from a across the fires rage
a caress of thou face and the
beast shower with tear drops kisses
of sweet lust,
let ye long journey ventured and
have peace minds onto Earths
breast, set and watch the dancing fires leap
and watch thee dancing fires
leap and sing to ringed
moon and taste ye pleasures in a
woman who takes ye hand
and brings Your desires to life.
Silent acknowledgments exchanged,
a love, a trust for her Sir,
a beginning to renew a soul to please
with all her might, far too many hearts beating as one
glowing eyes of embrace hidden
deep into her slave soul
touching a heart and trying to
pick just one to share the midnight
slumber, hearing You name gives chills
of sweet design in ones souls
where does this path lead?
Awaken mind to the possibilities of each spirits
drifting closer yet
to connect while there apart.
Autumn sleep not wake, dawn
everywhere to hear a blue bird.
Night come of the wound of wind and rain
who may know how many leaves may
fallen in the midnight hours?
Friends prepared a meal of chicken
invited to join them at His farm house
the small village yellow is surrounded by green trees.
Blue hills slope up behind the villages walls
the window opens onto the vegetable Garden
where holding wine, we talk of things
we are looking forward to autumns changing ways.
In Autumn rain, the grasses are
covered by leaves,
below the steps, the trees color is fresh.
Full golden trees cover the stems like feathers,
and countless flowers bloom like yellow coins
the cold wind, meaning, blows against You fiercely,
Thee fear it will be too hard to stand in the wind,
upstairs the Man lets down His white long hair,
He faces the wind, breathes
the fragrance, and weeps.
The autumn's winds blowin' swirling wind rain,
The four seas and eight deserts
join together in one large cloud.
A horse go riding on ringed bells
dance in joyful wind of its tail whipping
around in rage, of the up and coming storm.
Passion ribbon into Your soul
seeking a touch to bathe in Your
scent, to serve Your godly form
unicorns of roaming flowering
hovers team like wild
gardens dwelling in lust of Your
control weaving in Your
fantasies matching eyes
of exotic sensual silk
horn's blow and
roaming gardens bathe
in Your Kings form,
a beg cannot submit
winters heat begs to be
warmth of Your body