The Night is Full of Stars,
The Air an Invigorating Zephyr.
My Heart Beats fast as I close my eyes and
Think about You, Thinking about me.
Sweet Love, Handsome Man!
My Love for You spills over the barriers of my Heart
And I am Powerless to stop it.
Unimagined. Unprepared. Unyielding.
This Feeling is All of These and So Very Much More.
It leaves me Dizzy and Breathless.
You Smile and my Inner Self Trembles with Pleasure.
You Laugh the Sweet Music of Your Mirth
And My Soul Spins in more directions than I Know Exist.
Your Remarkable Gaze catches mine and my Heart Melts.
Melts, Utterly. Entirely. Completely.
What is this Power You Have over me?
What is it about You that strips me of my every defense
and leaves me Gasping Breathlessly for More?
What is this Control You Have,
That Entreats my Glance to a Blatant Stare
Because every moment I am unable to Drink in Your Male Beauty
is a Moment Far, Far, Far too long to bear.
Depth of Passion and Desire,
Delirium of Emotion,
Wild Disregard for Caution,
Earnest, Blissful, Enchanting Devotion,
These are the feelings Intoxicating Me,
You are Indescribably……
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Oh Sweetest Love,
Thou Art Mine Own;
I have Loved Thee Longer
Than the Sea has Breathed,
And Deeper than the Expanse of the Heavens
Oh Most Precious Love,
Thou Art Mine Own;
I do Love Thee Unparalleled,
More Richly than Diamonds,
And More Passionately than the Zealous Fire
Of Untamed Nature.
Oh Dearest Truest Love,
Thou Art Mine Own;
I do Crave Thy Unrivaled Beauty,
Thou Art Matchless in Charms,
And Surpass Every Other with Thy
Most Beguiling Smile.
Oh Man Of My Love,
Thou Art Mine Own;
I do Seek Thy Spirit and Yearn
In Heart, Mind, Body and Soul
For Thy Most Beautiful Hand, Reaching out
And Taking Mine.
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His eyes reflect the Colours of His Vivid Soul.
His Heart, unclaimed, Is ever my Goal.
His Hands are a Work of Priceless Art,
Breathtaking Perfection in Every part.
His Smile is Entrancing, Enwrapping Seduction,
Leading me, Always, to a Single deduction.
Irresistible in His Masculine Guile,
Dimples caress His Beguiling Smile;
His voice is Symphony; Masterful Sound,
Which makes me Gasp and my heart Pound.
His Body Abundance;
His Spirit Completeness,
Sweetness surrounding Sweetness.
Like a Pallet of Paint to Bedeck a barren canvas with depths otherwise unknown,
stand ready to unmask me.
Call I then upon their Potent Power
to Speak for me in tongues which I would otherwise be ignorant of
and let them spill out in Endless Fashion,
so that, by some means as I may be incapable of comprehending,
they tell the Secret Truth about my Heart of Hearts.
Listen, then, with an attentive ear so each word may Fulfill its Purpose.
Give over the haste of an accusing mind to the Power of these pawns,
Which now I use so incompetently to extricate myself.
There is a numbing silence
that parades around the inmost parts of me.
An acquiescence of spirit that, at times, threatens to undo me.
Murderous and suffocating in its heaviness of burden,
pain taunts my every fiber.
The shallowness of Love and it’s every Endeavor,
it’s every deception,
it’s every blaze of unbridled passion and confusions of ecstasy
spin my senses beyond my comprehension.
What is there, then, in this plan of existence we call reality
to give us any semblance of Meaning or Purpose?
How do we measure the challenge of continued breath
against the chaos of each beat of our Hearts?
There is an unquestionable merit to Patience, but I am yet to understand it.
Give me greed, hatred, or luckless ambition,
for in these tempestuous actions exists some concordance of logic,
but what of Love?
It does not give us any measure of profit,
it relinquishes no material gains;
yet we track it relentlessly.
It is belittling.
It is Empowering.
It is madness cast upon a writhing sea wherein there lies little Hope.
It is bitter, severing loneliness;
A place I run to where I might hide myself and from where I run to hide.
Still; I cannot hide.
Love is All I truly Long for, Hope for, Dream of.
It is the Apparition, the Mirage I witness all around and, yet, cannot Touch.
Each time I suppose myself to be attaining it,
Love vanishes into silvery nothingness,
only to reappear at the very limit of my perception.
Shall I, then, chase after it?
Or shall I sit down among the dry and dusty tumbleweeds
to wait out the drugery of yet another wearisome day?
Ever and Always, chasing the muse.
Endlessly desirous with Hope as Expectant within me as the Glorious Vision itself,
casting all my anticipation upon the one
Who is ever capable of combating all the ruthlessness of this bleak existence,
and in that Decisive Act of Irrevocable Trust,
I Behold the Potent Power of the Manifestation.
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If Love Doth Speak
In the Sweetest Language Of its own,
‘Tis then in Honesty
That it speaks to me,
To my Heart,
With Tremors of Breath,
And Shudders of Pleased Delight;
Yet never let it Cease to Whisper,
Lest I be unable to Breathe
By its Loss.
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It borders on my Sanity like a perimeter fence, locking out my Solitude, Barring me from myself.
And Chaos Wakens within me, like the Opening Eye of Daylight, the turmoil of My Soul.
Solitude is Beautiful.
Solitude is Violence to my Heart.
Solitude is something, although I have little or any Awareness of what it is exactly;
Still it Exists and is very much a part of me.
Yet it is rather like a Part of Me I could live without, something necessary, but not Vital in sustaining me.
It keeps me from Sharing that which I would rather not Share.
Or if I Would, I’d ought to not.
Or if I ought to not, I rather Would.
Silence And Solitude.
The inner workings of a Heart in Need of more than what it knows it wants,
But that it wants what it knows it longs for,
Ever Seeking that which it cannot find, yet yearns for,
Half of itself, lost in Time,
in Silence and Solitude
for that seeming Tranquility to be broken
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Rest not upon my lips Until His Kiss
Lies also there.
Fill not the recesses of my heart Until His
Is United there with mine.
Be not Content Until I am wrapped
In His Warm Embrace.
That is Longing, be not Happy Until He
Fills it with His Much Desire Love.
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There is no Fair Expression my Love can take,
Which would adequately Reveal
The Depths of my Love for You;
For even as Time itself is ever –present
My love for You, as Sweet as Breath,
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A Splendid View Entreats my eyes,
It is Your Smile, So Kindly offered;
And I, with hopes locked secretly away,
Do Look and Long
For the Simple Reflection of my Hope
By Your Own.
And if the Pale Glimmer of Your Eyes
Would Lock with mine
And Sing to me my heart’s Desire,
Then would I be Lost
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Alone with You my heart Longs to Be,
Drifting Together on this endless Sea,
Eternally Bound in Truest Harmony.
Sweet Melody of Purest Simplicity,
Intoxication of Tranquility.
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The Music of my Heart
Sings in its Utmost Sweetness,
Only of You.
The Symphony of my Spirit
Plays a tune Blissfully Sublime,
Only for You.
The Enchantment of my Mind
Dreams in shades Breathtaking and True,
Only about You.
Most Beautiful Man!
Who has, all in all,
Swayed my Heart From Fancying any other.
Let me Sing this Enchanted Symphony
Only With You.
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Love is a Timeless Endeavor. It is not Fleeting or Transient. It does not turn its face away in times of trouble. It does not look backward, wondering. Love Stands Strong. It Holds Fast when mighty waves crash against it and when storms lash upon the shore. Love is not a Flickering Flame, washed by the currents that brush past it; Love is a Blaze, Burning Brightly, Radiating Fiercely, Lingering Long past the Elemental Inferno, where embers Softly Glow through the long night.
Love is not a shadow, lurking, suspicious and mean-spirited; it is not unkind or vindictive. Love Fills the Souls of Two made entirely for each other and offers an Irreplaceable Opportunity to Cherish and Be Cherished.
Love is not self-seeking. It does not look to its own needs, but only to Another’s. It Helps, Guides, Protects, and Prays. It Waits long past the expected time of arrival, Never Faltering. It Gives Without Recompense and does not wander when there is little. Love is Stronger Than Steal, yet far more Delicate than a Single Strand of precious silk.
Love does not waver or meander, tasting all the temptations along the way, but Hungers and Thirsts for One Alone. Love is Winsome. Love is Magical. Love makes the ordinary, Remarkable. Love Stands on the Mountain and Shouts to the Highest Heaven. Love Whispers just above Perception, Hoping to be heard.
Love is Breathless. Love is Frenzied. Love is Patient. Love is Willing. Love is truly a Many Splendored Thing.
When Love is
The Hours of Night Pour through the casement,
Secret, Yet Unhidden,
Clutching at my Train of Thought;
An Addiction that’s Unbidden.
Twilight circles Menacing outside the Darkened door,
Her Indigo spread wide,
Cloaking all my Reticence,
Until I’ve nowhere left to Hide.
The Hours strike and echo in this Brazen Reverie,
Impervious to Haste,
With You, Initiative is Sweet,
Though rarely ever Chaste.