LimonChella

Kiss me slow and kiss me long
Romance me softly like a love song
Make love to my body and my mind
Bring all my senses fully in line
We together birds of a feather
One step forward but two steps are better
Time goes too fast when you’re around
Heart beats quicker to my favourite sound.
April 10 2018

There is no better sight than your smile to my eyes
No better sound than your laughter in my ears
There isn’t a taste to equal the delicious flavour of your madness upon my tongue
And no better scent than your desire when you’re near
There can be no touch more wonderful or powerful than yours
There is no one better
None but you.
April 27 2018 1737pm

 

I love you
I love your crazy
Possibly more than my brand of crazy
To the moon and back?
Actually more than that
I love you and that is all
All is everything and still
It’s more and then more
In multiples of perhaps more than four
You’re the perfect ten of crazy
I’m so crazy about you.
April 19 2018 1827pm

 

It is his way to be air to my fire
It’s his gaze that’s shy and not bold
It’s the happiness I behold
It’s his lips with corners upturned
It’s the joyful kisses I return
It’s his scent sweetly soothing
It’s the soul gently moving
It’s his body lithe and fluid
It’s the pleasure warm and liquid
It’s his words that fall into my ear
It’s the voice that moves me near
It’s his way to be just so
It is his way to be this way.
April 19 2018 0148am

Fling the heavens open wide
Change the current of the ocean tide
Happy thoughts fall loud like rain on tin
Travelling like fingers across my skin
Breezes twist and turn to the windy wild
And I’m looking at you with the eyes of a child.
-April 4 2018

Inside outside
Outside in
Hands to hands
Lips to mine
Lines blur
Vision gone
Eyes shut
Happily lost
-April 1 2018

His eyes were the wide skies
As she fell bruised with silent cries
On earth the dust flew
On first blood he drew
Angel of life and earth
A child hastened too early for birth
Love love was all she knew
And with a kiss he withdrew
His eyes the stars
Her mouth soft cries
Dust and blood
Still birth
– March 24 2018

Endlessly fragile
Brittle glass pushed onto piles
Nothing special to see here
Just a heart bathed in tears
Speak and all you’ll hear are echoes
Ghostly sighs and whispers of highs and lows

Little things
Thoughtful gestures
Touch light as feathers
He smiles and offers a wink
A flutter of butterfly lashes
Tickling my face with shades of pink
My boat floats on these things
Little gestures and feathers wink.
– March 5, 2018

In sleep and dreams I fly
Amongst the stars in the night sky
I start with you brightest of bright
And count the myriad points of sparkling light
Softly I whisper a spell into dark space
And pull forth a memory of your face.