Source: New book of poetry
A starting line. A roll of the dice. A lucky draw and the royal flush is yours.
The money well will serve you well after you make it out alive from this table. Stand and walk away with your hands in your pockets and eyes like a floor gazer. A shoe starer. eyes wander not unto the desert floor.
Bit linger not to the sky. Only seeing what will be in front of you.
And sharp shooters looking for their last fight. Their securing of their legend. Legacies walk down the road and look only for a drinking hole to quench the thirst of a long days working on the railroads. Building a future. Building a future
Tattoo’d, line’d & Accentin’ the curves of her hips
Colours invade an already stunning spectrum of beauty, shadin’ in with soft lips & captivatin’ eyes
(windows to a soul that lights the darkest of nights)
Skin so soft
( what had started as white as snow now has a hue of sun, addin’ maturity to a definin’ Angel)
Dark carmel hair flows down her shoulders sealing her décolletage
(framed into becoming a picture that even the sunrise is frail to look upon)
Stunning – An epic portrait for a demon to awake to!
Long legs lead you to her breathe taking smile
( every part captivatin’ and Intriguin’)
Elegant, Flaw’d in all the perfect ways
Hauntin’ to the touch
Delicious to the taste
Stunnin’ as always!!
sticks and stones may break my bones
but I always will be true
you might not find the prove in it…….but I’m still in love with you
Coffee shops and biscuits
conversations over due….this place I will sit and be with you
cause the sun won’t rise without your smile and the doves won’t sing their tune
but tonight I’m asleep like a babe in arms…all cuddle close to you
Ill take you out and boast to them
beggars will always want food
even the thorn on the rose stem, will always remind me of home….like you do
with all I need
your all I need
all and only you