In Manhattan’s embrace they would roam, A man and a woman, love’s own, Hand in hand they’d explore, Skyscrapers galore, Their hearts found a city, their home.
Kiss me awake as i’m trapped in the dark kiss me again be my missing spark like a zombie i crave life kiss me awake on this dark fall night let your hands explore me then lead me back kiss me again for biofeedback isolated i’ve lost my way kiss me awake bring back the day
Whisper softly as moonlight illuminates whisper once more ignite passion’s gates like a phoenix I yearn to ignite whisper awake under stars so bright let your touch embrace me and guide me home whisper again revisit where we roam adrift, I seek your path whisper awake, the dawn’s aftermath
We danced under the stars, free from despair, in the meadows where wildflowers formed wreathes. We danced, under the moon, a love affair.
Our hearts, knitted, knew no need for repair, in each other’s arms, a solace sheathe. We danced under the stars, free from despair.
Together we faced life, a steadfast pair, through trials and joys, whatever life bequeaths. We danced, under the moon, a love affair.
Time tested our bond, made it strong and rare, a love so true, no rift it could unsheathe. We danced under the stars, free from despair.
In aging grace, our souls, beyond compare, our love’s flame burning bright, no sign underneath. We danced, under the moon, a love affair.
In eternity’s embrace, we share, two hearts woven, as time forever weaves. We danced under the stars, free from despair. We danced, under the moon, a love affair.
Dear spin, dear shadow, dear hound, around the stars, the comets spin; the journey turns its pages round.
When time comes, it comes unbound, a clockwork dance, we glide within, dear spin, dear shadow, dear hound.
We search the skies, hearts outward bound, embracing dreams, as souls begin. The journey turns its pages round.
Let’s soar, they say, where dreams are found. My heart ignites, a fire within, dear spin, dear shadow, dear hound.
I’ll chase the stars, though Earth is sound, In cosmic tides, our souls we’ll twin. The journey turns its pages round, dear spin, dear shadow, dear hound.
I too recall that September night so clear, A lake-like calm ‘neath the beaming moon, Within its depths, I swam without fear, Losing myself, as stars began to swoon. He, once so plain in the bright light of day, Now wore a charm that left her mind perplexed, A mystery to solve, come what may, To test her love, and know if she fell vexed. A million crickets’ choir, a deafening sound, The night so sweet, a time so vast, Desire surged, her heart tightly bound, If not his mate, why was she steadfast? Beneath the moonlight’s gaze, the field was bright, Yet, the shadowed elm concealed a secret night.
My sister has been here for a visit the last two weeks…so I’m a bit behind. I’ll hopefully be back in full force next week. Luckily I had some backed up in the queue….same for Burning Muses. Love you all…mean it.
Good Morning Friends! Thursday is here!! WHOO HOO… HAPPY DANCE! The weather in Vermont the last few days has been glorious. Cool in the morning and not too hot. Haven’t had to put on the AC or ceiling fans even in the sewing porch.
Time for some fun!!! Yep you know what it is… let’s… wiggle it.. shake it… MOVE IT! Tag your mutuals and let’s have some fun today! Sending all the happy shiny energy for a great day!
These shoulders are broad shoulders they need space to move around in. they don’t fit into narrow cramped spaces. these shoulders are free shoulders. they don’t like to be restrained. these shoulders have never been burdened, they go where they want to go, they do what they want to do. these shoulders are powerful shoulders. these shoulders are my shoulders.
I have known them to captivate a person and make them whirl like a top!
Among barren plains crossing vast deserts, unyielding pioneers of boundless skies, of grit and ambition, like explorers of yore, reimagine frontiers. When a youth dreams of reaching stars, sees an astronaut in space attire, and in that moment, aspires to be one: “I’ll explore outer galaxies.”
Alex soars through challenges as scholar, leader, friend, sibling, son, and astronaut, countering doubts with resolute faith in a vision to push boundaries, to embrace the unknown, for humanity’s future in space, beyond Earth’s horizons, where he became, reflecting on the globe’s curvature, offering new perspectives and advancing knowledge on interstellar trails. Yet, the gravity of setbacks endangers missions’ success, leaving critical missions and lunar quests as budget cuts hinder progress, leaking like a starship breach.
And yet, ever intrepid, Alex P. Shamrout, Astronaut, continues to explore our cosmos, to challenge limitations, to pioneer novel spacefaring ways, to journey through celestial realms, upholding a legacy that transcends this fractured, striving world that seeks to conquer the skies and inspire a young child’s first gaze toward the stars.
For years, I was a wildfire burning through forests, devouring the lush green in relentless hunger; a hundred nights chasing adrenaline like prey. My old calm resided in embers, dormant within the blaze when the message arrived. You, with your sleek phrases and polished poise, toothy smile that sliced through complacency, you urged us to embrace purpose, forge ahead like a disciplined march, like a sculptor’s artistry, like starlight, you’d probably scoff at this sentiment, now scattered in ashes, dispersed into oblivion, leaving no trace. I stood on that silent mountain peak amidst the stars, touched by your essence, and for once…
The hand feels only three touches —feather on skin, warm breath, soft lips.
Tonight, an orchestra of sensations, not mere touch, but the symphony of desire. Not rushed, but the echo of caresses. Here, a passion too intense to resist. Silken sigh of fingertips grazing a cheek. A silvery whisper turned seduction and want in the room’s scented air. Someone is tasting lips as someone else whispers promises. Someone is falling into a pool of moonlight. Above me, outside, the stars, dancing in the velvet sky, sparkling high above my dreams like an unattainable fantasy. Here, the soul unravels itself. The heart, its flutter. The spirit’s secret surrender. Every emotion. The moments come and go as themselves. Who knows when desire is sated? Why should I question it? Why, tonight, is the heart hesitant, love-touched, longing, silk and satin? Can I not be the night’s desire?
