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It's early morning, and the sun has risen.
I hear a knock at the door...who is it?
I get up, flip on my shirt and coffeepot,
and see just who is bothering me now.
There she is...wanting her early-morning brew.
It will be a few minutes...but what does she care?
She comes in...now this is a surprise for me.
She closes the door and undresses me in her eyes.
I give her a hug, hoping that she would like it.
She puts her hands behind my head, softly.
Her lips touch mine, then her mouth opens wide.
We stand there and kiss, unconcerned by anything.
We then break apart, but her eyes tell me that
there will be far more of this yet to come.
I pour her coffee, then send her on her way...
the dawn has broken for me, in more ways than one.
--RKJ
I hear a knock at the door...who is it?
I get up, flip on my shirt and coffeepot,
and see just who is bothering me now.
There she is...wanting her early-morning brew.
It will be a few minutes...but what does she care?
She comes in...now this is a surprise for me.
She closes the door and undresses me in her eyes.
I give her a hug, hoping that she would like it.
She puts her hands behind my head, softly.
Her lips touch mine, then her mouth opens wide.
We stand there and kiss, unconcerned by anything.
We then break apart, but her eyes tell me that
there will be far more of this yet to come.
I pour her coffee, then send her on her way...
the dawn has broken for me, in more ways than one.
--RKJ
Literature
Love
Kiedy czujesz woń bezduszną utoń w niej,
bo serce potrzebuje tego nie głowa.
Ty nie kochasz tej miłości sercem,
ty jej nie rozumiesz.
Pozbądź się ciężkości,
pozwól sobie na to co najgłębsze.
A dojdziesz do miejsca w którym zrozumiesz...
Że miłość po prostu jest.
Wiersz mojej koleżanki. Pozwoliła na publikację. B.G.
Literature
You say you love me
You say you love to hear me ramble, yet you always cut me off.
You say you want a future with me, yet you see no future for yourself.
You say you love to make me smile, yet you always make me cry.
Literature
Here
I’m here.
It’s the first thing I remember
During each life’s awakening.
For countless lives in the past and,
Hopefully, countless into the future.
I find you in plague-stricken lands,
You find me dancing in the Roaring 20s.
We find each other as waves crash down,
Drowning us or merely caressing us.
There are lives unremembered and
Lives so full of memory they’re heavy.
Our love beats through them all,
An unending tempo of promise.
I’m here. I’m here. I’m here.
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Coffee...and an unexpected, passionate smooch.
--Rkj
--Rkj
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