Real romance . . .
Hot, selfless, steamy
Passion in overdrive
Colour it bright
Feel the vibe
Opening mind and body
To welcome a great love story
If I'm asleep, don't wake me!
To find love that lasts
Is it gone like the past
Or left up to happenstance
The lovelorn awaits with bated breath
For a relationship with depth
Lasting more than a moment
To live the pages of a romance novel
Wouldn't that be wonderful
A courtship with a fairytale ending
Off into the sunset, of course!
Happily ever after, for better or worse
A lucky few are blessed
To find love that lasts
Others rely on happenstance
- S. Dionne Phillips
Baby it's time to talk 'cause I can't hold back
Want to give you a list that's compact!
Let's talk: I love your face, it's so well-crafted
with dove's eyes so brown and bold
Your sensitive nostrils bound by your nose
to smell my sweet rose.
Your lips I notice when you speak
With those properly applied can take us to the peak
Your pair of ears so well positioned
You listen to what I say
It seems you'd go no other way.
Let's talk: I love your hands so strong
Creative, they do no wrong
Though fingers not long
They can play the right song
You and I, we belong.
I love your thick thighs, your long legs
On your bicycle, I love to see you pedal
No doubt I place you on a pedestal.
Let's talk: You're so proportionately arrayed
You and Solomon would stand shoulder to shoulder
Yours are broader
What a wonder! You're wise - you know the secret of a woman.
Let's talk: You're royalty
You're clothed in purple robe;
Decked in platinum and gold;
You're dipped in honey.
- Marie Henry
Last night our lips met and we kissed
Lingering, heavenly bliss
It was only a kiss but look what it did
My knees got weak, I felt sick
But in a good way
Light headed, I swayed
I held on to you, begged you to stay
You kissed me fast and then slow
Our tongues hungrily said hello
Without us saying a word
Our bodies melted, we glowed
Held each other tighter
as our eyes spoke
My heart raced
My belly ached
Curled toes, in a passionate woe
I shivered, I felt the earth shake
Cold sweat all over my face
I almost said I love you babes
That couldn't be
How can a kiss do this to me?
- Charmaine Wallace
His kisses are so tender, sweetly lingering and pure.
His touch is like silk, leaves me yearning for more.
To him, I am super,
I am incredibly awesome,
I am sweet!
I love the way he loves me,
From my head to my feet.
I keep him smiling.
He keeps me moaning,
The tenderness, the touching,
The sounds, the ecstasy, that rush.
Those lips leave me singing,
He's hot, sexy, steaming, oh gosh!
I see myself with him, for only him,
Even when I am old.
So supportive is he,
Strong, yet patient. So kind, not cold.
Enters my consciousness, like no one else can do.
Loves me anyway, good bad and in between too.
Vitality, for my body, spirit and mind
Incredible, intoxicating, invigorating
Nothing like him you will ever find
His voice is so commanding, so powerful,
Yet so empowering!
This man leaves me speechless.
My one true love,
I love him!
- Simone P. Graham
I'm going through
this cycle of life
what's in sight
that I can win
I tell myself is mine
For I must stay positive
Cause if doubt
goes far beyond the skies
I sometimes ask myself
Am I dreaming too high?
My dreams are scary
But I will achieve them
With all my might
For I wasn't made
To give up
When things aren't
I'll keep fighting
Till the day I die
Cause if at first
I don't succeed
It's always worth
A second try
"I will have a cup of coffee"
I will have a cup of coffee
certainly more original than "I can't breathe"
or "hands up.. don't shoot"
that is what I am entitled to
tea is often a genric term for any hot beverage
cocoa, chocolate, tea, mint, cerasse
maybe she was correcting my Lord
in his use of the word "tea"
and made it specifically clear what she wanted
not the British culture of "tea"
We grow that here, coffee
in the Blue Mountains
we are famous for the brew
"Me caffee, me bowl ah boiling coffee in de morning"
with a pinch of salt my grand Lena Turner would mix
not even water was an option deserving of consideration
we need what we are entitled to our own "coffee"
"too many" are dying
we soon won't have a pool from which to choose to compete in any olympics
there is a Joan of Arc for France
Thank God for the Joan for Jamaica
a woman alone,losing her male flesh and blood, ONE is too many
her tears have transformed this nation
her failing sight provides what Father Sherlock etal. longed for "...vision lest we perish"
it struck a chord for life
we can never be the same
"strengthen us the weak to cherish"
but will a cup of coffee do?
- Helen-Ann Elizabeth Wilkinson