I wish my words were candlelight
to dance between our eyes,
above an old oak table
beneath Parisian skies.
I wish my words were water drops
falling to the floor,
seldom heard and never seen
behind our bedroom door.
I wish my words were confidence
and foolish glowing pride,
I feel each time I introduce
my sweet November bride.
I wish my words were my strong hands
to hold you through the night,
and touch your hair at sunrise
as it greets the warm sunlight.
I wish my words were many things
in this game of lovers chess,
but I know these empty words
are all that we'll possess.
Sitting in your chair
typing
as you make lovely words dance and sing.
Moving behind you
quietly
I hear you purr as you hear me step.
Placing my hands on your
shoulders
I kiss and bite the tendons of your neck.
Sliding my hands
lower
I hold your flesh through your shirt - my shirt.
Feeling your pulse
quickening
my right hand slides past your stomach.
Spinning your chair
slowly
your wicked laugh fills the room.
Lowering myself to my
knees
as you slide forward and exhale with the slightest sound.
Watching you arch
further
I see you as you are most beautiful.
Enjoying your hands
pulling
my hair, moving me deeper into y
Elizabeth's Song
by jsenn
"The Ants Go Marching" plays over
loud speakers. She turned three
last summer strong and full of life,
she loved to sing and march in little
girl steps to her song. "the ants go
marching one by one, hoorah, hoorah"
Child-Pink color had been deftly
applied to cheeks which once
needed none to express her joy
and happiness with life.
"the ants go marching two by
two, hoorah, hoorah"
Screech of brakes, glass against
metal, her aunt was taken first.
In agonizing cries Elizabeth's
song was silenced...
"the ants go marching three by
three, hoorah, hoorah"
Valiant efforts nor a mother's
wail
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