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Staring into pools of azure blue beauty,
sends her mind whirling in deep desire.
Enticed by the magnificence afore her,
drifting into its' power and serenity
which comforts every inch of her body,
ounce of her being in the security of him.
Tenderness rests in sculptured limbs,
comforted by muscles born of hard labor.
They exist in his body to be shared
as a treasure never taken for granted
by a lady love who sees beneath the rough,
into eyes of azure blue and affection.
One look into the depth of his soul,
she knows nothing more precious, whole.
sjo/jazz
Woodland Dreams
By Susan Johnston Owen
The fullness of the moon
gave just enough light,
for him to gaze at her
naked silhouette, near the pond.
Unaware of her unwanted intruder,
she sinks into the depth of the water.
Her body flows as her hair floats,
billowing in the touch, easing her mind.
Glorious legs rise to the top,
as she does a dance meant
to lighten her day long past.
Slowly twirling in the water,
her body erupts to the surface
displaying breasts of perfection,
which drive him to weep.
Never meaning to intrude into her space,
she has wandered into his only world.
Unable to reveal his presence he watches,
her beauty would deny the horror of his face.
He walks away to dream of this unattainable love.
sjo/jazz
HER
Cumulus clouds
surround his lustful thoughts
as he succumbs to the
wiles of the temptress fair.
Lured by magnificent
beauty one rarely sees,
for the first time
the games he plays are wrong.
The loveliness she
exudes comes from within
the clouds once blocking
his good reason clear.
The totality of her
being completes his quest.
All of his desires
have been fulfilled within, “HER”.
Walking aimlessly, looking for nothing in particular,
she is drawn in by a luxurious, warm pool of comfort.
It gives her interest, showing intensity of its' mood.
Calm and still, the water had remained satisfied, content.
Why was it beginning to stir with growing strength?
Not willing to stagnate it was to be a powerful force.
Wishing to dive into its' consuming depths, she lingers.
The inability to calm her fear is too hard to overcome.
Remaining on the shore, filled with torturous cravings
the water is increasingly anxious for her entrance.
Soon, this once calm pool will erupt in uncontrolled urges.
Will she be able to elude the strong undertow, forbidden?
As she ponders her yearnings, conscience holds her on land.
She tempted the deepening pool, longing to grab her being.
Confused by responsibilities, she retreats to the familiar.
Tossing, turning, unable to sleep, the pool calls her name.
The pounding she hears is her aching heart, hungering to feed.
When the pressure subsides from her surroundings, she tries.
Slowly dropping her gown to reveal her total nakedness,
her toes and legs feel rightly enveloped by the water
as it slowly caresses her thighs and buttocks, feeling right.
Her breasts shine in the glow of dusk to give into all;
pent up passions will be loosed in awesome wonder to
feed whirling water which enters her caverns of delight.
Blanketed in emotions thought long ago to have slowly died,
all feelings, touches, passions, are proved in satisfaction
Pushed, hurried or troubled, she will drown and die of guilt.
The pond will not be made to languish alone, release will be his.
sjo/jazz 3/3/2010
Moonlight Dreams As the moon rises tonight, once again miles divide us. Although we are not near, the beauty of the sky is our connection to share.
My heart is longing to be near the glory of you. The magical luna lights a path to join lover’s souls. Twilight falls gently as a kiss.
If Selene rises tonight, know that I am watching too. As our eyes drift toward sleep; we will lie under the same light, dreaming of wishes coming true.
