Open Poetry #22 |
Magical Night |
The Crimson Knight Member
since 2002-09-16
Posts 57Reno, NV |
Weave me a spell ~with fingers long and thin ~~softly moving down my cheek and chin, ~~~deftly stoking my emotions from my soul. Hold me enthrall ~with body that entices me ~~by the movement you come to be ~~~warming with flesh never agin cold. Delight me now ~with word spoken softly ~~meanings for no one but me ~~~as we both grow contently old. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
WOW!! This is beautiful! Stunning...romantic...and... oh such a huge *SIGH* maker! ~Magical Hugs~ ~ Time has cast a spell on you |
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The Crimson Knight Member
since 2002-09-16
Posts 57Reno, NV |
Please sigh for me All through the winter nights Sharing the fire and sweet delights For next summer when the heat returns Your sighing breeze will cool the burns |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(smiles) Oh Dirk, this is sooooooo romantic, sweet friend, and may every night sparkle with starlit promises and hopes for you, this is bright and beautiful, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Dirk, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
The Crimson Knight - keep writing romance like this and you'll never grow old in mind... BC |
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Ceinwyn Member Elite
since 2000-07-09
Posts 2175VA |
methinks Chivalry is not dead, thank you for bringing back hope into my life! and methinks I'm in love into arthurian legend perchance? just curious.. Kristen If at first you don't succeed destroy all the evidence that you tried. |
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Lady Ollyne Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 337East Coast |
blue-blackness to weave to celebrate this time of eve a spell or two or maybe of three emotions to share, together as we dance this darkness into the morn, with a touch of each a spell is born, for once the movement begins its pace and softest of hands lay patterns of trace who offers Thee more than this Lady of Grace enticed by lips that mine shall embrace... So lovely, Your verse, Lady Ollyne [This message has been edited by Lady Ollyne (09-17-2002 10:13 PM).] |
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