Silhouette "Agharese III"

Her whisper, my winter
Her touch, my summer
Her cuddle, my autumn
Her sex, my spring

She is the definition of my seasons
Her presence elevates my state of reasons
Let her breast satisfy me
Her love is that which makes me be
Thrills in the night time
Moaning fills the air as chime
Faster, deeper, harder… the constant yell
As hot as it becomes, it is beyond the concept of hell
Trapped in the arms of love and lust
Awaiting the crescendo of a climatic burst
Softly in my ears
Her words banished all fears

Her whisper, my winter
Her touch, my summer
Her cuddle, my autumn
Her sex, her sex; then came the April shower
It came at the right time, that very hour.

Crafts-man & Artist

He, the Crafts-man & Artist

He draws his thought.
He makes thoughts sought.

He, the Crafts-man & Artist

He is the custodian and defender of color.
He creates to decorate the parlor.

He, the Craftsman & Artist

The Journey

I might not be in the best of places
But I sure do tie these laces
Perplexed by the extent
Not trapped in that place without intent
Still on the journey
Definitely have to win this tourney
Time, time, time
Never lost track of its constant chime
Jehovah, now he brings the religious
Never neglecting the dimension of the prestigious
Humbled by the concept of humility
These laces have ne’er been tied by ability
Reflections, reflections, reflections
Never discard the concept of refractions
Leaping o’er walls, running through troops
Scaling through obstacles, unperturbed how his face droops
Light and darkness
The reality of existence
Chosen before light and darkness
Yea, before the reality of existence
Every journey travelled
Begins and ends, or forever baffled
Rest, rest, rest.

Agharese (II)

AGHARESE,

Fairer to me art thou than a thousand virgins
Beholding thy face bringeth me joy
Your breast satisfieth my thirst
In thee I have found rest
Now I lusteth no more
Enchanted am I by your beauty
I am so glad you are mine
I will love you beyond satiety
Forget the world
We must be left in oblivion
Enjoy I must the gift of your love
Fair one, come dance with me in the twilight
For in you and you alone is my delight
Come into my arms, into your eyes I must see the light
Whisper softly in my ears
Sing softly of our love
Caress my masculine heart with thy loving words
Beholding thy face bringeth me joy
Fairer to me art thou than a thousand virgins

AGHARESE