The Wooing of Her

bigpapadan on Dec 13, 2010

Enticing her with an open heart.

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Enticing her with an open heart

I listen to her song

as two we glide from here to there

it doesn’t take us long

For in her, I’m falling

as I gaze into her eyes

and soft, admit I ponder

the pleasure of her sighs.

To lay here in this moment

our bodies two, but, one

and love throughout the night

and greet the rising sun.

The feel of her sweet, tender kiss

like honey on my lips

her voice that tells me her heart

as love from her does drip.

So if I woo your heart dear

and you yearn for more of me

alight yourself from your perch

and join me on the sea.

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Comments (5)

Jimmy Shilaho on Dec 13, 2010
Hmmmmmmmh, should I say very warm?
LOVELYHONEY on Dec 13, 2010
If only humans
Had the continued
Free gift of nature
We wouldn’t be so deprived,
I shan’t say depraved…
Ur really wonderful poet
And at this age,
I recall that dying man,
Who still wanted?
To hold my hand
A lasting one
No not one for the road
But for one as a
Remembrance in heaven,
Where he’d missed
The earthly sojourn
The very most
bigpapadan on Dec 13, 2010
Thank you both, I find I write love sonnets and poems primarily because I have loved, was loved and long for love eternal.
theredquill on Dec 13, 2010
I love your poems. I’m becoming a fan.
bigpapadan on Dec 13, 2010
Thank you, I appreciate it.

Hi there!