There was diversityAmong the rosesAnd he picked me.Sensuous and soulfulSwaying in the wind,My scent disperses,Rendering him helplessTo my sexual prowess.I become his aphrodisiac,His museInspiring, alluring, loving,Like an angel,A beacon of hope.He grasps onNever letting go,For eternity.
Love Poems
After Midnight Part 2
"It was after midnight..."
It was after midnightBeing with my baby tonightThe trees moving in the wind so slightHis arm around me, making me feel light.Into the woods we went, so scared I clung with all my mightToo weak to tried to put up a...
Mirella’s Art
"Beauty and passion go hand in hand. Nowhere more so than in Mirella's art."
In vain I search for words enoughTo praise what I have seen;Your monuments of line and toneStanding grandly in betweenA past resonant with gloriesAnd a future yours to formFrom the tempest of your passions;Your art's life giving storm.As locks of...
Cherry Blossom
"My beautiful princess Sakura"
There was a girl,So beautiful and sweet She was so mysterious Strange like a daytime dream.She was so remarkable,I could see a beautiful princessDressed in a kimono Covered in Cherry Blossom leaves.She was floating down river,Underneath a canopy Draping either side of the river...
In the midst of the turmoils of lifeI find my rest in you. I long to see your name, Flash across my screen, in radiant glory, Announcing your arrival It is for you alone that I wait,Like waiting for Spring,In patience,In sIlence,For when you...
To feel your love in the form of a flowerTo smell your voice in the form of a songTo know everything about your nothingTo learn it’s right even if we're wrong To taste your sweet kiss with your fingersTo see your burning...
Virgin lips I have tasted Not a drop was wasted. Somewhere in this worldI met a girlWith a curl.The girlWith the curlThrew me in a whirl.It was her Virgin Lips I have tastedThe hunger in meMaking sure not a drop was...
The Charade
"To My First Heartbreak"
When I first met him, I was lost in his eyes With eyes so blue and so bewitchingLittle did I know he was playing a masqueradeHiding his emotions behind a mask.In his eyes, I saw the seductionAnd his desire of wanting...
Drought
"Learning to embrace the season between storms"
On this lush island,Suitcases unpacked,We trade our pallid Greenwich fogsAnd stinging coastal mistsFor drenching,Rainbowed cascadesUnder which we playAnd slake feral thirst.We tangle in solandra vines,Skin saturatedIn tropical delugeYet aflameWith touch sparkedChain lightning.Even the night's deepest thunderCan't suppress desperate whispersWordlessly invokingDownpours...