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February 14


Its morning and I’m awake before you, watching you sleep. Covers barley drawn.

The beauty of your nakedness that peeps from under the cover had my eyes journeyed beyond galaxies of a night well spent.

Replaying the thrill of touches, the ecstasy of frost whispers in my ears, As petals of red rose and white covers stand as brides mate and grooms to our love ceremony.

Chocolates was our ring of choice, feeding each other lips to lips. And the wine that drink from our navel said exotic vows.

The wetness of your tongue in memory that dance on my neck leave me shivered, I still could feel your presence like you never stopped.

I journeyed and journeyed, blooming smiles, as your screams of passionate feeling was my favorite song. You were singing to me with fingernail scratches.

My memory goes deeper and deeper, lost in the symphony sounds of our love making. The tear of joy from your eyes fall like shooting star.

Sounds of you calling my name came in repeat, echoing louder and louder. Suddenly the touch of your awaken and calling had me awake to my consciousness.

Submitted by stephen montique.

Love Beneath Autumn Sky

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We lay beneath autumn trees
And autumn leave gently falls.
Laying beside you I’m lost in your eyes,
I’m lost in the presence of you
And autumn leaves gently falls.

We lay there and autumn breeze blow.
Would I trade this moment, no, no.
The rose in your hair is white like winter snow,
beauty lies before my eyes and sparkles glow,
And autumn breeze gently blow.

We lay beneath autumn trees,
We lay in love of autumn breeze.
We lay together in each other eyes,
We lay beneath the season of autumn sky.

Autumn breeze blow and leaves of autumn trees fell,
Staring in your eyes I see the unspoken love for me it tells. Autumn leave, red, brown, yellow,
in autumn wind they rattle a love symphony of being hallow.

Small rays of sunlight,
between autumn trees had you glow.
And as we lay together beneath autumn trees,
softly in our love we watch a autumn day goes.

Submitted by stephen montique.

Traces Of Her Cuddle


I open the door to my room
And the memory of her fragrance greet me.
I smile and walked in like she was there.
Inhale her presence; her essence that lingers.
Flashes of her camera that freezes our moments together; I remembered how she posed like a model.
Protruding smiles so bright like sunflower.
I run my hand along the bed, places where she laid,
Everywhere, I tenderly touched.
As if I was touching her body once more.
Slowly I sit glancing over my shoulder, where she had laid before me and slept away.

Submitted by stephen montique.

To Her Loss One’s

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And she stared in beauty eyes
Where sea golf fly to shimmering twilight
While zephyr tickled her to smiles.
But emptiness still linger in her thoughts,
As she remembered them.
Hurriedly she hush her children of shiver.
Like she heard death searching to kill.
And a tears from her eyes fall in the ocean,
In search of scattered ashes, that surf on waves.

Submitted by stephen montique.