Your touch, 
velvet nails
pinning me steadfast
to your flesh.
Your emotions,
a struggle for words.
Your love, 
the wine for my feast.

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Wait for Love

Take time to smell the roses
As you go along the way
For their beauty, their fragrance,
Fades quickly away.
Take time to get to know you, 
To understand your own heart's wisdom
Before attempting something 
As complex as 
Love.

For only in your hand lies the key
That unlocks the secret.
That love, much
Like fine wine
First needs to
Breathe,
Before sipping

Venus Rising 
(Haiku, Spoken Word, or Verse)
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Fears

Fears of rejection, those 
Demons of darkness 
That forces us to repress thoughts 
 Once uttered, would 
Reveal an imperfect you. 
So we are held captive by 
The quicksand of our 
 Insecurities 
While all around us, others 
Reach for the sun