Mischief Mind

Mind relentless and capricious,
Calculating and malicious,
Fervent, ceaseless and delicious,
Lacks compassion, yet devine,
What a lovely mischief mind.

© 092304 Petit Poet

Flames of Love

Seeing your delicious curves,
Lights up the stars and shocks my nerves,
Your touch of heavenly desire,
Awakes a mighty roaring fire,
Your golden skin, lips red as blood,
Unleash desire, emotions flood,
Without a care, without defense,
Into your flames of love I’m sent.

© 111804 Petit Poet

Come Let Us Talk

Come let us talk of pleasures past, and those we can imagine,
Come let us talk of love and all desires of the mind,
Come let us talk of places seen and those we want to see,
Come talk of life, for yet we live, and living want to be,
Come talk to me, and talk of joy, of joy for you and me.

Come let us feel the sweet seduction of hypnotic verse,
Come let us feel our whispered words, as through our veins they course,
Come let us grace the waters calm as elegant white swans,
Come let us feel our lives fulfilled with joy as we write on.

© 120304 Petit Poet

Musk Aroma

Body smooth with musk aroma,
Liquid mouth and crimson lips,
Fertile love and furtive gazes,
Tinseled fingers, scarlet dress.

© 090704 Petit Poet

Loving Years

Bloom of passion, golden youth,
Tangled romance, sighs and tears,
Spring to Winter now is moved,
Aging bodies, loving years.

© 102604 Petit Poet

Moonlight Fragrance

Boxwood, lotus, jasmine leaves,
Wafting on a fragrant breeze,
Embrace a luring evidence,
Entice to moonlight labyrinths.

© 102504 Petit Poet

Grandeur of Heaven

Face painted children, swallowtails, bees,
Monarch butterflies float on the breeze,
Bright colored flowers in brilliant profusion,
All are displaying the grandeur of heaven.

© 012605 Petit Poet

Sunset Walk

Daylight fading, moonlight dawning,
Purple curtain gently falling,
Peaceful quiet in the air,
Sounds are muted everywhere,

Hand in hand we walk along,
Glowing in the setting sun,
Stopping for a loving kiss,
Joyful in our happy bliss.

© 030805 Petit Poet

Desperate

My soul is feeling desperate,
I’m in an anxious mental state,
Please don’t make my love await,
I need you,

Please don’t push my love away,
My strong advances, don’t negate,
Don’t let these feelings now abate,
I want you,

Let my entrance captivate,
Let me love, my passions sate,
Feel my love reverberate,
All through you,

For reasons I enumerate,
Come now and do not hesitate,
A perfect union let’s create,
One – from two.
My dream come true.

© 050205 Petit Poet

Her Yearning

Seduce me with the poison of your charm,
Entrance me with your virulent deep stare,
Arrest my heart with your hypnotic smile,
Come paralyze my life with black despair,

Come now, you vicious Scorpion, come now,
Deprave me with your uncontrolled desire,
Corrupt me with your sensual hot touch,
Impose your will and burn me with your fire,

Come plunge your deadly stinger’s toxic tip,
Into the pristine dwelling of my soul,
Come spew the lethal venom from your claw,
Come take me, use me, want me, make me whole.

© 100305 Petit Poet

Winter Smokers

Huddled in the sunlit courtyard,
Shivering in winter sun,
Coatless smokers, standing, chatting,
Seeking warmth but getting none,

They perform their daily rituals,
Hands are cupped, and matches flare,
Wasting time in deathly motions,
Filling lungs with poison air,

When the cigarettes are finished,
Butts are stamped and litter strewn,
They return to office buildings,
On their breath are smelly fumes.

© 080405 Petit Poet

Sightless Love

Your face remains invisible, perhaps will ever be,
And yet, your kind attention is always there for me,
Your words are filled with laughter; your kindness plain to see,
And when I feel your passions deep, for me it’s ecstasy,

Your face must be invisible, and yet, I’m in your spell,
Through sightless eyes I feel your love; within my heart it dwells,
Because of you my heart sings with the music of Mozart,
And sightless eyes cannot diminish love within my heart.

© 072905 Petit Poet

Dancing Alone

Dancing alone with the night as companion,
Dancing alone, how her memory beckons,
Dancing with shadows on walls, my reflection,
Dancing to music of my mind’s selection,

Dancing to strains of the violins playing,
Dancing to rhythms, with hips softly swaying,
Dancing in reverie, in deep reflection,
Dancing in candlelight, sad recollection,

Dancing with feelings so deep, I remember,
The taste of her kiss, her lips soft and tender,
Her whispers of love, her voice in my ear,
The scent of her perfume, the feel of her hair,

Shadows have darkened; the evening has fallen,
Sunlight is setting, dark curtained horizon,
Breezes are whispering, moonlight is golden,
Remembering her as I’m dancing alone.

© 072605 Petit Poet

Go Slowly Golden Moon

Go slowly, golden moon, go slowly,
Let our night of bliss be long,
Let our time of love be joyful,
Let your moonlight be our song,

You know full well how long I've waited,
Just to be with her tonight,
You know how I've anticipated,
Lips so soft, and arms held tight,

Now let this moment last forever,
Let our love be deep and true,
We have longed to be together,
Let us love our whole lives through.

© 061605 Petit Poet

Love Entered

Love entered her night of despair,
When she was adrift in the storm,
He answered her silent prayer,
Kept her safe from all threatening harm,

Love took her in his strong arms,
To his harbor away from the sea,
Where the nighttime sky was clear,
And she at last found peace.

© 060705 Petit Poet

Our Dance

You will watch as I step toward you,
I will bow as I take your hand,
You are light as my arms enfold you,
And you follow at my command,

As we dance, all the others will notice,
As we glide with a graceful flair,
And everyone whispers around us,
"What an elegant, exquisite pair."

© 060805 Petit Poet

Her Spell

Furtively, I stole one look,
And then another undertook,
Tenaciously, I felt her pull,
With power supernatural,
At last, in overpowering bliss,
Unwavering attentiveness,
And now, with understanding full,
Her grasp is quite incomparable,
Attraction deep and powerful,
Her spell is inescapable.

© 060205 Petit Poet

She Spoke to Me

I came upon a weeping lass; I said, “Come speak to me,”
She spoke to me of one she loved, a young man dressed in green,
She spoke of one who went to war, to right some wrongful deed,
She spoke of him who lost his life, would not be home again,

She spoke to me of memories, of love that still remained,
She spoke to me of hopes and dreams, of all that might have been,
She spoke to me of futures lost, I listened silently,
I listened to her quiet voice, I listened patiently,

Her eyes were filled with sorrow; she spoke with deep-felt pain,
I wanted to relieve her hurt; my efforts were in vain,
I wrapped my arms around her; I held her close to me,
I said good-bye and left her there, to think of loss – and weep.

© 052505 Petit Poet

Youthful Memories

Treasured memories of youthful years,
Trusted friends, comfort and cheer,
Times that we shared are times I revere,
Stored in my memory all through the years,

Tender first love, so heartfelt, sincere,
Soft stolen kisses, sensitive tears,
Moments with you are times I hold dear,
So long ago, yet still seem so near.

© 051505 Petit Poet

Her Mirror

Her mirror showed her royalty and elegance and care,
Her face was made-up perfectly; her dress was haute couture,
Tiara jewels sparkled in her formally styled hair,
A shiny chain around her neck, a sparkling solitaire,

Her evenings filled with Mozart, and gaiety, an air
Of beauty and enchantment and laughter everywhere,
Young gentlemen availed themselves and flocked around her chair,
She waltzed with lively vigor, and a manner debonair,

She had confidence and ease at an elegant affair,
Her smile was warm and friendly; people could not help but stare,
Her touching conversation and her honest sense of care,
Put her subjects at their ease, and made them love her more,

She was exquisite and graceful, she was flowing, she was rare,
In her daydream was an image of a well-appointed heir,
A beautiful young princess in her mind she did appear,
A lovely apparition that her mirror showed most clear.

© 051305 Petit Poet