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Remember That Night, Baby?

Remember that Night baby? It was so crazy
You walked into the terrace, draped in the sheet
The blues of your eyes, glittering so hazy,
You looked so tight, you walked so lazy.
And as I lay wondering beneath the stars.
You kissed me so full and the night was ours.

Remember that Night baby? The wine got you drunk
And you were so high, and so inviting can’t deny
You danced your way to me, so touching close.
Ignited, you hugged me and I could hear your heart beats
Smiling like a mermaid, mischief trailing your toes.
I kissed your red lips. And the Night smiled and it froze.

Remember that Night baby? Midnight maybe?
When you looked right in my eyes and promised
In the backdrop of the skies, our silhouettes blended
The Millennium was over, and we hit the sunrise.
We embraced so warm in the cold of the night.
Now those promises are all lies and you can’t stand my sight.

Remember that Night baby? Like no other night.
Those times when we didn’t cry and had no fight.
But now I look at your photo, framed above my fireplace.
It looks so out of place, and pain hits right on my face.
I know you are out there happy and maybe that’s my solace.
So forget that Night baby. The night which has lost its trace.

Remember that Night Baby?
It’s alright, Baby.
The Night has died, baby!
So let’s not fight, Baby.
I ain’t your man no more.
But I guess you’re still my lady

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My December Love

The sun rays falls on her flawless skin,
Dust dancing in the illumination.
Those lil pink lips, a tease and a pout,
The thick liner on her eyes.

The morning of The Winter, the thick fog unrested.
Warm arms around me and the firewood burning.
The smell of her, like a lost flower of the Medievals,
Those shoulder length hair, cascading down and wild.

The morning coffee, the newspapers flutters beside.
Cold breeze at balcony, the cozy she and I.
The kiss so soft, melting at the slightest touch.
The slight taste of the skin, the lip gloss and all.

Little boats on the rivers, as we sneak through the windows.
Lit lamp post, fighting though some quality fog
Cold drops on the window glasses, dripping slowly by
The vapors of coffee, her lips soothing it with smile.

Last night was night of love, so sang the souls of ours
In the rustling of winds outside, we hug each other
The darkness of night, her eyes still so comforting
Felt world never existed, nothing beyond her arms………..

Posted: August 17, 2016 in Adventure, Fictional Romance
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A Kill Machine

I still sit below the Oak, in the winter evenings.
The faint glows of the church, warming my bones.
And slowly the numb finger soothes the old scratching.
You, me and the heart in between, and those tiny stars above
Echoes of the bells, and the dusk still settles on time.

Staring through the rising smoke, the sun died with a splash
Faceless men in woolen coats, their shadows blend in dark
I still sit all the same, with cold cling to my skin.
And remember you hair flying in the early old December wind.

Plunging curves of the dirt road, still rings of your laughs.
The gravels there somewhere, and the stories which they hold
I still remember the sunshine falling on my face. Whispering,
You walk to me, dressed in my shirt with last night coffee stains.

Headlight of a passing van, the metal glints off my gun
Back to reality, I swirl on the dead leaves, senses so aware.
My dirty beard and roughed up boots,
I walk to the present darkness
Every evening below the Oaks, you’re gone, I realize.

Little did I realize, being here has always been a mission,
Working for the country, a nonexistent vigilante I am.
Guns and blades, death right on my face.
They never made me stronger
Less a soul. A kill machine, since the night you betrayed.