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What pretends reality?  How dark lightness be?
How smells the winds ’round?  Blows meat or lust free?
See what you’ve bitten, when the mood takes thee!

How bitter the hops, how strong red wine be
What smoothness whiskey, red lips close to me!
Taste what’s in your pyre, waking sleep and fire!

Steal a few dollars, take a precious gift
Rob both rich and poor, and rape youngest, best!
Hold all you fast took, slipping past your hands.

Jump from iron bird, while in flight to fight!
Gun who opposes!  Shred rest ‘n best tonight!
Red war fear squared, the greatest of scares!

Climb without a rope, jump off a high cliff
Alone sail around, body never found!
Scent of death beats near, sum, product, or die!

Motor fast and hard, round the manly isle
Drop the throttle turn, roar thru afterburn!
Can you handle it!  Are you in good tune?

Passion fills the air, desire wet ‘n hot!
Must kiss your lips hard, must have you now ‘n hot!
Every sort of pair, knows need, want, and lust!

Does she love me or, does she know me not?
My heart races near, will hers answer fear?
Is love devine lust?  Or another bust?

Will she forgive me, will he welcome me?
Fool am I destine–seeking why I am . . .
Every question be, God willing and free.

Copyright (C) 2010 by John Merryweather Cooper.  All rights reserved.

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Light feet prance across, dust and swirling mist
Shapely, curvaceous, every man’s desire.
Dark eyes, hard edge cheeks, command her to come.
Candle flames burn bright, shadows cross the wall
Arms meet, torsos grasp, lips blend, legs twine
Desire burns night out, blending to bright day

Passion never done, need climbs the Sun.
Penelope waves, goodbye to husband
Ten years of crimson, war without ending
No news ever comes, does he yet survive?
Son grown to a man, beauty at it’s peak
Her time, or no time, ensuring her love.

Dreams unbidden far, suitors half welcome
Her election comes, what to do–to do?
Take a lover whilst, beauty holds truly
Or wait for husband, maybe the one man
Who can make her dreams, her precious lost dreams
Dreams true and lasting, enough to live by.

Bull by the red horns, demanding lover
Fills her by black night, plots her doom by day
Island master rules, princess fair bows deep
Chains of cold oblige, weigh wedding dress down
Bright but what color, is it noon or night?
He knows he’s coming, to claim his birthright

Hero landing now, storms the keep alight
Decade old dreams haunt, torturing this man
Will she still be true?  Will heart justify?
Ulysses comes home, to dark disaster.
Hope dies, light leaves eyes, betrayal, vengance
Every right for fools, escape his own rage?

Heart breaking also, she knows bitterness
Long he wanders night, seeking himself lost
Understanding this, come feel forgiveness
Come to bed still warm, what does it matter?
A thousand lovers, or one true loved?
Death claims their distress, rest reunites them.

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Strong Waves, and white foam are us
Leaving always; tarrying not
In with the foam tide of passion;
Out with the wave tide of desire.

Until storm takes us with fury
Welding us one to the other
In with the foam tide higher!
Out with the wave tide’s depths!

Something remains, treasured now
Hearts and minds joined for love.

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