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by Justin Bordner |
Categories: love,

The Book of Her Body

I lift you up, delicately
like a bouquet of flames in pink patient fever,
romantically, I rove your surface with fingertips that tingle,
the texture of your treated cover tempts an impatient lover,
I read your Title, Her World, Her War
subtitle, Surviving Sorrow & Love,
your emblem, embossed in opal
a quill spun across a heart spelling your soul,

I spread you open with both hands
my grip holding the breadth of your body
a scent of sensuous ink unfurles into my inquisitive senses
raising you into my fascinated face
smelling the cleavage of your binding
sailing my lips down the center of your special secret
having your silky ribbons root around my fingers,
breathing, in warm curiosity on your exotic fibers,

Loving me as I hold you in wonder,
as I finger your pages with fawning pursuit of pleasure,
speedily you whisper my name with no refrain
as my moist voice recites
your poetry of paradise and pressure points,
I venture deeper into your voluptuous volume
feeling sensations of starlight I do consume,
in your tome of thick passion I find a home,

I like to read you in the suspense of night
searching your love lines,  tasting your grape vines,
touching your emotions, embracing your sweet seductions,
you get into my nerves like electric sugar
illuminated by your poems of ardor and prose of candor,
intrigued by the penmanship of a Princess, curvaceous and calculating,
I turn to the Introduction, to see a photo of the great Authoress
a face pretty in courage, a smile of beautiful strategy
your body of work legendary,
I kiss you because I must -


by Justin Bordner |
Categories: love,

Love Truth

Why do you love me...
she asks with purple pause on her breath
and lips anxious for that all consuming kiss of truth...

I love you because my heart can only speak your name
my mouth can't move without your sensual song,
in my mind you are the Mistress of romantic secrets
on my body I feel the marks of your dominance, 
in my dreams I see the ageless Goddess you are to me
that girl of limitless promise,
in you I see the best beauty of my Mother
her perseverance and protection of love,
I love you steadfastly
because your I.Q. stands for Incomparable Queen,
I love you religiously
because you are my ideal woman
you won't allow me to wallow in false satisfaction,
refusing to let me stray into helpless heartbeats,

I know that I love you because I cannot say Goodbye...
I ask you with grateful pride,
Why do you love me...
with pleasure poised on an open smile you say...
I love you because you have the touch of an angel...


by Tay Reid |
Categories: anniversary, beauty, butterfly, courage, dedication, devotion, freedom, girl, happiness, mother, romantic, success, wife, life, woman, life, love, money,

The Definition of a Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.

by Justin Bordner |
Categories: love,

Thunder Queen

The storm that is you thunders
slow and brilliant in my heart,
spliting my beliefs into bliss and blunders
tossing the limbs of my love from finished to start,

The hail sows no hate
temperatures taste extreme,
your fast weather pummels my pride's fate
the howl and moan stiffens my body's fleshy slate
with a new font spelling lust in capital sweat and gleam
as the conceit in me enjoys the torrent of your sorrow's date,

You hump me with a dying wish
placing me inside you, gently, romantically, undeniably selfish,
I fall in love with you again for the umpteenth time
and your face never grows old
shows no cold
disappears not in tragedy's confine,
overlapping my overview of life, hot and hellish
the art that is you pounces into view, the rumble I relish,

Wanting me to know what you deserve
breathing into me the smoke of your burning love,
I become love wrecked, quaking from the sting you serve
preserving everything your spirit spits and sings from above -


by Albert Price |
Categories: dance, happiness, hope, love, music, paradise, romance,

May the Band Begin the Beguine

There seem so many adventures in far exotic places,
When romancers enjoy serenity and moments so sweet.
Their hearts swoon with greenery’s fragrant traces
And romantic  expressions their lips begin to repeat,
As the eternal delights and joys impel their hearts to beat.
Their erotic pleasures devise their own fanciful idyllic scene,
As their movements together seem less and less discreet.
So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.

Here I sit in wonder as my mind is going through paces,
With nothing more than the past with which to compete.
About the hearth of yore and the embers it  yet embraces;
I ask the God of love if it may again emit such heat,
Sufficient to give light to every fixture of this retreat.
It might  awaken age fermented desires so serene  
To reign like the stars high above in sublime conceit.
So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.

May two lovers once again gaze into each other’s faces;
May answers to each other’s eternal questions  be complete.
And might their future be inherently bright by God’s graces;
As they are amused by songs and melodies so sublimely sweet
And tripping  the light  fantastic confines vanish below their feet.
With long remembered yearnings they dine with regal mien,
As they seek all their memories dreams and visions to replete.
So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.

A toast to all romantics who are so inspired by sentiments like this,
Who prepare for the most gorgeous event possibly foreseen,
Who await the return of a romantic age of experiences of bliss.
 So let’s say heartily may the band begin the beguine.

by Tswarelo Mohohoma |
Categories: boyfriend, cute love, engagement, first love, heart, true love, trust,

Let Me Love You

Make me love you
Turn me into a slave of love
Make me a servant of your heart
Tangle me with your endless affection
Devour me unconditionally 
Let me be swallowed in anticipation of love
Make love to me and ...
make me love you.

Make me love you
Carry me to the sand of devotion
Take me where the sun is shining selflessly
Where the horizon meet with the redemption of nature
Let me grow old with you
From the rim of your heart
Let me take a mouthful sip of your love
Let the blue skies witness my gesture.
Let each rain drop sink in your heart.
And leave the moist for me to penetrate in
Let me love you.

In the melody of my song
 Let me mention you
From its rhythmic sound
 let my drum give you the beat of my heart
Let me steal you from the planet earth
And take you with me to the world of our own.
Let me love you

Let me shake you from your bottom
And wake you from your nightmares
Let me feel your presence,
And feed you my essence.
Let me kiss your tears,
And kill your fears.
Let me make love to you,
And make you love me.

Let me love you
Let me fondle you
And make you fond of me
Let me bewitch you naturally
And  bewilder you romantically.
Let me touch you physically,
And love you unconditionally.

Let me love you
Let me care without carelessness.
Let me tell you untold story of love.
I just want to hold you,
And never let you get hold of any
In the cold I wanna fold you,
And give you the bold heart.
Let me love you.
Give me a break and,
Let me break you down just,
To make you unbreakable again.
Let me touch you and,
Bless you to be untouchable again.

Make me love you
Let me whisper in you,
The crisper of words you die to hear.
Let me hear you scream my name,
While I am here next to you.
Make me share my dreams and,
Make you dream the same.
Let me love you and make you love again.

Let me love you
Let me handle what you cannot handle on your own
Let me hand over my heart to connect with yours.
I want to love you when you cannot love yourself.
Share my thoughts when you not thinking straight.
I want to mingle with you in every single moment.
Melt your heart in moments of kisses and,
Knelt down besides you in acts of respect.
Let me do all that loving you.

Let me love you
Make me the naked truth 
when lies are musked to deceive you.
Let me be the miracle 
In the magical world.
Be influencial in the planet of illusion.
Let me stop emotions with my devotion.
With my love let me question, 
The feelings in you.
Let me love you ...!

by Tyshawn Knight |
Categories: appreciation, blessing, divorce, eve, life, love, marriage,

May Forever Be Our Happy Ending

We had something
and whatever it was
is sustaining me
through this lonely moment
of mourning.

You touched me
And you spoke
You loved me
And you wrote
You sang to me a sweet song
and that memory is helping me
keep on.

I don't want you to die
I don't want you to cry
You are my answer to that question "Why?"
What kind of romantic story
Could we to our children tell
if we wound up in paradise together
        if we actually both survived this hell.

I realize I loved you tonight.
Everything that went wrong
went wrong
But today I understand
You were something I did right.

Because if we had never touched
If you had never loved me that much
I wouldn't be able to survive tonight
A night so tough.

That memory of that moment
is keeping my sheets warm.
It is keeping me from tossing and turning
I can whether this storm.

This is why Jehovah created me
I am your Eve
Please don't leave...
I need for our story to survive.
I need us to remain the once upon a time.
Please let my loving prayer
help you survive...
Please stay alive...

by Yuhi Musinga |
Categories: care, family, feelings, first love, how i feel, i love you, i miss you,



the benevolent affection of God for His creatures, 
the reverent affection due from creatures to God
sharing and caring for others
sharing laughter and tears
the result of appreciating another's goodness.

a powerful neurological condition 
a blind and unconditional feeling
a physical touch
a survival tool
a life's greatest blessing.

a strong feeling of affection.
a great interest and pleasure
a strong feeling of affection and sexual attraction 
a desire for shared activities and pursuits
a warm personal attachment and desire

a great interest and pleasure
a mechanism evolved to promote long-term relationships
a wish to offer pleasure and satisfaction to another
an appropriate level of sharing of possessions
a romantic desire for another individual

an intensely amorous incident
affectionate concern for the well-being of others
a profoundly tender and passionate affection 
an ongoing, honest exchange of personal feelings
a predilection, enthusiasm and a strong liking 

Love is unconditional and makes you feel good on the inside

by Anna Ellenbogen |
Categories: boyfriend, cute love, first love, for her, for him, girlfriend, heart,

Hopeless Romantic

The sun is shining
just like your smile shines
I get butterflies
just at the thoughts of you
my heart skips a beat
just saying your name
we have our own song
I have a spring in my step
I am a hopeless romantic
to go along with your charm
Is this happening?
Or is it a dream?
this is so very real
for the first time
I feel so happy with you
I smile like a little girl
I feel like I am on clouds
let me keep your heart
close to my heart
the magic spell of your love
forever holds me close to you
the feelings never change
I pray you feel this way

by Faith Carmichael |
Categories: cute love, feelings, funny, humor, i love you, love, romance,

Saturn's Outer Rim

I sit here at the candlelit table in a silent plead 
Nineteenth century red wine is not what I need 
For I do believe I am beginning to hallucinate
Which means all my senses start to dissipate

I could swear the waiter was in the form of you
All the other guests gave me a familiar view
Each back of their head, the same blonde mop 
My eyes screwed up, still the feeling won’t stop 

I blink twice and look at my poor date 
He must think he’s in for a dire fate 
This crazy woman who now sits before him 
Looking like she belongs on Saturn’s outer rim

He reaches out to give me a worried grasp 
‘Are you alright?’
I respond with a dramatic gasp
I swore for a moment I saw your eyes 
As we now tuck into our shepherd pies 

‘Did I really order this?’ I said 
Was this off the menu I read?

He nodded his head, he looked to the ground
We sat there for 10 whole minutes without a sound 
‘What’s his name, the man that still has your heart?’ 
My lips begin to quiver, but they did not part 

I told myself I would never settle for contentment 
Nor live my life and wallow in my hearts resentment 
But is that what I am doing, tonight at this dinner?
Whilst my patience of my own mind wears thinner 

When all I really want is to be in your warm embrace 
To knock on your door, and see your handsome face
That’s what I’ll do! 

Oh god, I do feel rather dreadful for this poor man 
His romantic intentions haven’t quite gone to plan
He’s looking even more confused as I grab my clutch 
I rummage inside, it’s only fair if we go Dutch

‘I’m ever so sorry, but there’s someone I must see’
As I put down some money and begin my flee 
I run past the post office and the corner store 
Through the park I race, finally reaching your door 

I knock three times and wait, my head starts to pound 
What if he’s not in or worse, he has another girl round?
The light in the hallway comes on, my hands start to shake 
I bet she’s beautiful, wouldn't that be the icing on the cake 

The door opens, you greet my with a shocked expression 
I sigh heavily, not knowing how to state my intention 
‘I thought I’d just drop by for a late night chat’ 
That was the worst line ever, my conscience spat 

Oh if I don’t do it now, I might never get the chance!
I grab his shirt and pull him out of his shocked stance 
I press my lips to his and bring him back to our outer rim 
His hands on my back, I feel his mouth curl into a grin

by Thabang Ngoma |
Categories: first love, love, romance,

Through Life's Stage Fright

A candlelight
A moonlight
A romantic set
A single heart

Give me laughter
I promise a forever after,
An unforgettable evening
And loneliness will be forgotten

A broken promise
A stolen kiss
A forbidden romance
A last dance

I’ll be your partner
I'm a novice, you too a beginner
Holding your hand through the tango and the waltz
Through life's stage fright 

A broken champagne bottle
A little hesitation in the middle
Love is fragile
Love is brittle

Let’s take it a step at a time
Our melody in harmony like a chime
In the journey of hearts
Let's trust in each others

by Jennifer Lee |
Categories: love, voice, love, voice,

Forgotten Valentine

Life is like a mysterious night by the burning place,
Between two people are engaged.
Love in any form is romance,
And the dream of mysterious love never once.

I lay down to write a romantic poem,
That never needs a single coin.
My eyes speaks with affection,
Because we have found the love with Devotion.

Every time we took each others eyes,
The flame goes higher and higher.
Everyday with your husky smiles,
You take my breath tighter and tighter.

The sound of your voice still ringing on my phone,
The voice that every woman shines.
My life is not complete since you’re gone,
Again, how can you be mine?

I just want you to know,
I will always love YOU.
I became a poet’s fellow,
Because of YOU.

by Paul James |
Categories: adventure, lovedark, dark, hair,

Shona Mcfee

She lived in a house in a deep dark wood,
Her name was Shona McFee.
When she let down her hair where the oak-tree stood
The mist rolled in from the sea.
It curled and it twirled and enfolded itself round
The remarkable Shona McFee.

She walked up the hill where the snow leopards stalked
The indomitable Shona McFee.
The animals came and they walked where she walked,
How I wish they could have been me.
She turned right round and embraced every one,
For she was loving, was Shona McFee.

As night stooped down she came down too,
The delectable Shona McFee.
She lit a fire by her hut and she clapped with her shoe,
Come, little creatures to me!
And the owls and the bats and the forest’s deer
Came dashing to Shona McFee.

In a town not far from the deep dark wood,
I dreamt of Shona McFee.
She lets down her hair in romantic mood,
And the startled animals flee.
She walks and she walks and her heart beats fast,
Come hither, Shona McFee!

In a town not far from the deep dark wood,
I lie dreaming of Shona McFee.
I hear her steps step on the stippled grey road.
And know she is coming to me.
I run downstairs and throw open the door,
To no sign of Shona McFee.

by Gerald Legister |
Categories: cute love, fantasy, feelings, i love you, relationship,

What Is Love

What is love? Love is a portrait of art and love is precious.
Love is amazing poetry, simple imagery of alluring beauty, 
Love is wonderful presentation filled with nice surprises, 
Love is the first duel in the field to conquer honour and duty.

Love comes at dawn with welcome arms full of charm.
Love lives in the land of glory, by bristly heroic sacrifices, 
Love is a language the conscious noun use of genres from, 
Love is a life light until our soul eclipses the eternal skies.

Before pall bears, shadows fall smouldering ashes in a fire, 
Love is the vows we make and the vows that we will shun, 
Requiem powers of the dead lend strength to the survivor, 
Love is in colours of the rainbow that glows for every nation, 

Love is the scroll on which romantics wrote symphony of notes, 
Love is the road on which they walk towards elusive goal, 
Love is the boat on which they serenade carnival floats, 
Love is in the air on streets of gold catching snow and windfall.

Love is many laughs and as many cries, we treasured most, 
Love is risk and adventures floundering in the sleepless night, 
In a chasm of abyss leap the soul above incarceration mist, 
Clasped the fantasy that yearns for passion in secret delight.

Love is a cloud on which birth surprisingly thrives on earth, 
In time, our emotions tear down the walls on which it stood, 
Until we go back in reincarnation blur along the same path.
And consume the hearts splitting off into tiny pieces of good.

Love is a mixture hidden deep in faith, of belief small or great, 
Unhinged the carriage driven by mortals in athleticism flame, 
The contagious nectar of taste refined more palatable than hate, 
In rhapsody of human glory, the acumen brings no shame.

If you had love? Would you give it away or keep it as a gift? 
Finding ways through prison bars up the stairs and into the stars, 
Love is too costly to waste scratching your head tearing at yourself, 
From the almighty plan, it is our needful breath of joy and tears.

by Nsamu Moonga |
Categories: growing up, love, romance, me, growth, love, me,

On Being Romantic

On Being Romantic

Hi, When you see this note, know that I am thinking of you.
Know that your heartbeat is in unison with mine.
My pulse is otherwise irregular but when with you,
it beats one beat in syncronicity with your regular one.
I feel like an adolescent again.
Falling in love for the first time.
Writing my first love letter
to a woman I thought would be my love forever.
Living in this world created for the insane.
That's where I belong.
Love knows no sanity.
One thing I know for sure is that;
there is something inside me 
that wants you and I to grow old and up together. 
There is something inside me 
that knows that you create in me 
the climate good enough for my growth 
and the growth of our little children.
It does not frighten to tell. 
It frightens to think. 
To think that when the sun sets,
we shall be apart. 
It pains to think that even when I have bled my heart 
to show my total surrender to your soul, I will be sleeping alone. 
You, like the morning star, shine in my life when it seems darkest. 
The days with you are a warm breeze on a winter's day. 
I will knock at your heart's door until you let me in.
It's cold out here.
I know I am male
Becoming a man
You make me chose 
Being a gentleman.

(c) Copyright. All Rights Reserved. Moonga Nsamu 10/2012