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    They say,I think there is something wrong with me.Because I don't have blue eyes.An eye color so beautiful you fantasize. If I had blue eyes,I would walk the runway.My eyes will look divine.But after a while,I realised. That brown eyes are...

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    Bound Silence

    Bound Silence Silk breath meets shadow’s thread,knots bloom like quiet blossoms—each loop a question of surrender,each crossing, an unseen trust. The body becomes a line drawn in air,a calligraphy of stillness;every curve remembers wind,every bind teaches patience. In tension, there is music...

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    • Once I got passed the delicious picture I found something even better….your words.
      Terrific 👍

    • We read this offline and don’t know why but but we thought of Casketsharpe, not really your norm. We thought erotic at first but changed our mind preference/acceptance, tight

    • Passionately penned, S. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • You are a true poet in every sense of the word. This is so well written I felt it deep my soul. This is the perfect sensual poem that goes deep into the emotion the woman with tender and powerful depth of passion. No one does this better than you.

      John

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    THE JASPER BROTHERS

    THE JASPER BROTHERSIt was a hot muggy day.Surprisingly for late October.I'd been home in my apartmentbare ass naked all morning.Only visible to my imaginary catSocks. Technically, he was alsonaked. But he could lick himself.I have never managed the stunt.Although,...

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    Muse

    It looked poetryWas sculpted in his headIt was his only museAnd I liked thatI wanted to dig in there.

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    Love Sonnet LXIII

    Love Sonnet LXIII     Capturing the rhythms of love is not easy since it often come up against emotions that find time and space stacked against   it. I would love putting my hands in your dark soil, play gleefully with the feel of earth on my fingers as...

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    • That’s a beautiful expression of hope and yearning! The central metaphor of the garden, particularly the image of “putting my hands in your dark soil,” really captures a deep desire for creation and connection, even when starting “late in life.”

      • I think RomaJ, there is always the need for and desire for connections, perhaps even love. I love to garden for real . I have two gardens one where I live and another at my son’s house. Both have had good harvests this year. But as a metaphor, gardens can hold special meaning, and I can remember a time when this metaphor was alive, as was I.

        RomaJ your comments have been a delight for me, and they are appreciated by me more than you know. THANK YOU!!!

    • AWWW Valuptas, your are making me blush. I was going to go food shopping this morning but now I can’t, my face is too red. What will the neighbors think?? They will ask questions and then laugh. At some point, my face will return to normal, but until then, THANK YOU so much for being “pulled in”. OMG, I’m still blushing…. HELP!!! ;0)

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