I can’t perceive all the ways I love you, nor can the face of its presents be configured with the turmoil within. In all that I am I’m most grateful for this beauty that has opened my eyes to see. How could it be that a simple man like me be covered with the warmth of your love? As I try to reason the effects of your beautiful ways I’m left in aw of the freedom that blows me away. Countless are the days that find me soaring through the moments that find me in this our tragically peaceful stay. If I had to come up with an answer for all the fascinating thoughts that swirl me about in the life that breathes in me I would have to hesitate as world vanishes into us. Pillaging thoughts go random as migratory wings make sounds never flown as like unto a pattern being broadcast into our time. Effects of this thing are diligently cumbersome in a scale that bears much weight, but so effortlessly it affords an easy transition into what you are.
I am a castaway upon your isle that is fearless for the love that waits and bids me come. The trees in the mystical place have fruit for the soul and countless reasons as to the why. Moisture is abundant in this place of you, and even more than my words can say is the cause of my tenure. Stranded in this vast painful exile with my grave at hand I can feel you as you move me in a whisper. Looking about me I can see no help for my ache; no comfort for this woe; know one will rescue me from this your isle of ache. The pain of desolation awakes me in the night and sorrow finds me in the day as I wait to find the center of our stay. Marooned here is more than the entire world and its venues could offer, and the bid grows worse. Cast into this ache my fix is in your isle.
Fearlessly, I release the fears that have long constrained me from this path of tenderness that leads me as though I’m shackled. Thoughts of jealousy flee my bones as my heart falls from the heavens and you catch me. Thoughts of loss are riddled with fleeting cells that fall into there place; as though they have no place. Anchored by embrace, memories hush as I find the words to say I will ache for you for a time. Constantly the bombardment of passion crawls through my statue as though my being has its course. Love has no fear and bounds of touch have healed the wound.
Calling out into the vast I find the cure of this place I was, and in this hour I can say with a new that fear was conquered in this moment with you. Lost are the placements of yesterday. Blinded are the cares that scared my statue, and now the features are no longer a single silo wet, as my aim is set on my prize in you. Darkness has lost its allure and visions of magic capture my intent.
You see me as I am and you touch me as though I’m real. Running into and out of my body you willingly whew the love in my touch. Passionately we tremble as the nights grow sort, and ever we dance in the love just made, our promise is realized in a sensual gaze. Complete finds me in this wonderful embrace, as often we travel to this our loving place.
Take Me There………… AK RF
Vic
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Oh my God...that was *beautiful*. "Darkness has lost its allure and visions of magic capture my intent"...just beautiful.
Don't you dare make my heart beat funny lol..... (heart) and thank you...
Vic
she is one lucky lady -- and well, I guess that makes you one hellova lucky guy :)
sweet post Vic
Thank you young lady. I feel blessed to have a friend like you... I hug you now (:-)
How beautiful your words, how lyrical your love song, how touchingly tender your caress of hearts, how truly blessed the life you share!
[HEART]
Thank you very much. Do you think it was a little over the top lol? Just play'en. I wish I had more time to write....
I hope all is well with you ands yours...
Vic
beautiful!!!!
Thank you. Could you hear what I was saying? I hope all did....
Peace
Vic
Dear Vic, you are indeed a poet. Kisses from those you left behind. xx, T.
Hugs for always my dear. I wish I was a poet. All I do is babble a bit lol. I bet your tan is getting gooder lol. Miss ya..
Bye
Vic
What a song bird you are, cooing and calling your mate with your notes of love! My heart beats in the rhythm of your tune, and I hear my love calling to me from our bedroom. I go with unrestrained passion.
What a poet of prose you are!
What a beautiful thing to say... Thank you very much.
Bye for now
Vic
You have a lucky lady my friend...beautiful stuff...
I sure do, but it's me the lucky one... I truely hope all is well where you are...
Vic
Awesome, absolutely beautifully awesome my love!
ILMP BT AO AK RF and UM!
Well I think its way cool that you liked it. It just felt wonderful to say so...
ILMTM BT AK RF PL JP AJ GS PC AN UM LOL.....
Awww...how sweet!! This was for my mommy
Miss you...........................
LOL how do you know??????? Have fun in IA
Beautifully written Vic!
Thank you..... Would you like to run away? LOL...
You mean roll away? LOL!!!
Duh!! BTW...LOL...I had a great time in IA with my BFF!! Ha-HA...LMAO!!