Undying-a collaboration finale

Long We have been separated, Love,
Though in the Dawn of Existence we Kissed Each Other Sweetly.
Born of One Spirit,
Lingering in Breathless Anticipation,
Sharing Each Thought,
Each Breath,
Each Moment,
Unified in Perfection,
Perfection in Unity.

Midnight moon comes calling
I see your form come close
Holding my breath in deeply
Your eyes fill me with dark wonder
Head tilted back to wait,
Your hands run through these silken curls
Your heart beats beneath my hands
As you lean down to claim
This aching love needed so much.
Eternity cannot separate
This blood I give for life
You will be mine sweet beauty
As I taste the force within,
Into the night we move soundlessly
Together for this eternity
As you are mine
And I am yours
A dark force to thrill
This endless romance
Will rise once more as night comes calling
Together we fly
Into the abyss
The ghostly blush of bliss
Creatures of midnight
Love alive.

Sweet Sanctuary of Love Beguiling
Ever One
Ever Lingering
Through the Midnight, Smiling,
Together as One,
Eternity unfolding,
As Time Whispers
Her Calamity,
Millennia Molding,
Two Hearts,
One Beat,
Beginning with no End
My Love,
Shall Ever Tend

Ecstacy unfolds

I hear Your voice,
Sweet, Alluring, Delicious;
And My body quivers,
a Willow in November wind;
I have no choice.

I hear You breathe,
Hushed and Rhythmic, Unconscious Seduction;
And My lips tremble,
betraying the Sweet Obsession
that lies underneath.

I feel Your Guile
Measured, Purposeful, Deliberate Plea;
And My eyes close,
Pulse Races and Reticence Scatters;
I see You Smile
As Ecstasy Unfolds.
Written by: Morgan of Booknvolume

Eyes that smolder, drawing you in
the teasing smile like a sensual sin
she gazes through, lights your soul on fire
as your thoughts burn like a funeral pyre,
her skin so smooth, so silky light
and you want it so much, this lovely delight.
Her words capture you, a sweet southern drawl
on hands and knees you’d surely crawl
to touch this maidens soft pale skin
your fingers run down as you begin
to trace her back like a delicate dance
lost in the moment of this romance.
Beguiling words to quench your thirst
for lust and life she will come first
to weave her magic on a poor souls heart
you never want to be swept apart
this wild hearted woman with a wanton need
will claim your soul, on this she’ll feed
and take you to the dream you crave
for her you’d be her beckoned slave.
She is the master of such desire
a sultry mistress you’ll never tire
as she leads you to her chamber door,
Oh God, you think…I must have more.
Writing by: Kim Of Peace, love and patchouli

Awake amidst the Morning’s shimmer,
Glimmer Smiling upon your Skin,
Begin the day with Love Beguiling,
Smiling to know the quandary we’re in!
Beyond the Whispers, Silent as Prose,
Rose Red Morning lifts her Gaze,
Haze of Fire Softly Singing,
Bringing Mischief to these weary Days!
Oh My Love, Before you Leave me,
Be my All one Moment More,
Implore from me my Heart’s Desire,
Fire Kissing a Boundless Shore!
Clandestine Love, Immortal Treasure,
Amidst stolen Moments of Exquisite Pleasure!
written by: Morgan of Booknvolume

Deliberate Plea
Deliberate Plea
You come to me
Deliberate and gentle
In my weakest moment
You gather me close
Skin touching skin
Please, let us begin.
Passion fills the air around
Touch me now,
Don’t let me down
I am filled
My cup overflowing
You are all I desire,
With you my soul is on fire
As we are love-inspiring
Take me now,
One more time.
Written by Kim of Peace, love and patchouli

Cynthia and I have been weaving our spell of romance and verse for the last few weeks and it has truly been a pleasure working with such an amazing and talented writer. Please check out her site when you get a moment. http://booknvolume.com/

On the finale the first and last verse were provided by Morgan and the middle one by me. We hope you enjoy the chain of love and thank you truly for your viewership and comments.

Lovely photos and artwork by: michelle monique @ Deviantart.com,  talantbek chekirov, Frank Bernard & Mark Spain

Moon magic

She whispers her magic lullaby
Hanging suspended
A dangling plaything for thoughts
Inspiring heights
To fly alongside
Her brilliance.
Sands move with tides
A landscaper of perfection
Grasses rise to wave
Welcome back my friend
It’s been too long since I’ve seen
The balance of your rhythm
That gifts to me simple peace.
The mind falls into pace
With the rise and fall
Of night skies breath
Giving majestic splendor
For my eyes an image
Of flying to heights
Pieces of cosmic dust cover
These wings of fancy
Like Phoenix rising from ashes
A thought born of the universe
A path beheld of life.

Stunning photo found at : Moon over white sands by John Fowler on Flickr

Empty thought

What brings round thought
A simple object etched in silver
Half full or empty
Perhaps even overflowing,
Spilling out of my mind
Antique pieces of yesterday.
Cradled in the artists hand
Flowers and insects grow
With each movement created from an emptiness
That borne a thought
Of splendor.
These pieces lose me in wonder
The magic of the mind who made
Each metal piece that sits untouched
Empty of the soul of water
Too precious to use
Forgotten on a shelf
Gazed upon but thought impractical
For the cost of an object
That will remain like history
Fading and dusty
Its intended function now lost
Enclosed in glass perhaps
Later to be wondered at
By an inquiring mind.

I’ve always loved old metal pitchers and glasses…antique stores a favorite pastime to look in wonder at the craftsmanship of yesterday. I never buy of course but often find myself wondering at the person who took their time and sweat to create such beauty. How out of a piece of metal, such detail is born.