Rollicking lilting: an unseen young woman’s chortle haunts my ears. Angelic chuckling softens my heart. Occasionally, in a swooning despair, I lean out the window to blindly seek her face, the fount, only to be splashed with a fresh outpouring of cherubic mirth. Assured, languid, bright, content — all I’ve wanted to experience in a woman. Intermittent eternal trumpet of joy — tittering with gusto — driving me up to heaven.
Author: Dave
Sage Advice
Unenlightened, I am still washing dishes and harvesting bamboo and I still carry the woman I helped across the river in my heart.
Out of the Jungle
Taut vines now sway lolling in the breeze weeping with joy
Self Love
Bless this beautiful mess
innocent regret
had I only known, I would have yielded my beauty
Princess Grace
Others put on dressy lies. Your style is ready-to-wear for a palace.
Gaze
The swordsman beheld the sword. His blood called to it. It sliced him, singing.
Stereotypical
Men make things. Women make things worthwhile.
Amen
As God, I completely and utterly heal myself and The World and enlist my angels to do my biding and I entrain my lovers to prepare their bodies and their souls for my dallying and ravishing and delight
Plated
My heart is a steak marinated in love, tender from nashing, raw, then seared, asizzle