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An angel on my shoulder.

It was a hot June morning, I was alone
among the sweltering crowds of friends with me that thronged, boiling and confused.
For though I was among them, I was not with them.
My mind had paused on one magnificent thing, that somehow nobody else could see.
It would in hindsight leave me most bemused.
What I pondered, whilst alone and gazing across a parkland field was not a jewel, no man could buy this beauty. Nor was he an angel, though he was seraphic, he could never fall from grace.
What I pondered was, I had been told, a friend of a friend.
Though how anyone could know a beauty like him and yet also a wretch like me is unbelievable.
He was to all intents a stranger, but still a beauty.
His legs slender and smooth as the beams of the birch under which he sat cross legged.
His torso, slim and perfect, a wide chest yet a delicate and shapely waist, undulating perfectly under a loose tee.
His skin, pale and seamless like woven silk, hair light brown, straight and up to frame his face,
Blue eyes shining like stars, framed with youth.
A perfect smile, holding back a joyous laugh: no hoarse oaths could ever escape its innocent purity.
A laugh crafted to bring delight, but not frantic or urgent, hoarse or buzzing, merely joyous.
And a thought then ocured to me.
A dream, screamed and howeled into my right ear by some naive angel.
But this poor voice, no more than an argumentative child failed to see it was nothing more than some scheme, mad, beautiful and gainful.

“Why not go over, just to say hello?" It said,
"Why not get to know him better?
Why not find some reason to go
And compliment his divine sweater, it suits him well.
Why not join in the game he’s playing?
It doesn’t look that hard, you played it all before.
Why not just try? Why are you delaying?
Yes he’s cute, but you’re not that bad anymore.
You met as strangers, be friends upon his parting.
Why not leave a good impression; he’ll remember you that way.
Why not invite him to your party? It’s only seven days.
You could wile away the hours, happy and hearty.
Why not try to make him do that cute lil’ smile?
Why not smile back? that’s what you had your braces for.
Why not go and ask to spend a while
To hang around with him. Can you think of anything you could want more?
Why not get his number? or give him yours.
Invite him over next week? It’s not like he’d ignore.”

But as if to answer a small, quiet, tiny whisper into my left ear.

“You can’t be sure”

With that, I cut off the Naive angel, and left the gem to his perfection.
I don’t deserve it.


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Darling, my darling. One line in haste to tell you that I love you more today than ever in my life before, that I never see beauty without thinking of you or scent happiness without thinking of you.
You have fulfilled all my ambition, realized all my hopes, made all my dreams come true.
You have set a crown of roses on my youth and fortified me against the disaster of our days. Your courageous gaiety has inspired me with joy. Your tender faithfulness has been a rock of security and comfort. I have felt for you all kinds of love at once.
I have asked much of you and you have never failed me. You have intensified all colours, heightened all beauty, deepened all delight. I love you more than life, my beauty, my wonder


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I do like that one Chiki


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i likes yours too,but mine a bit shorter and just more eloquent..is my style of writing for soooo many years,, new generations of writers,, thats i belong to.


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MY my my, you both have such eloquent sensual thoughts of what you see.
Enjoyed both of your writings.
here is mine I just wrote a few minutes ago.

“Physical Attraction”

Touching,
Quenching the urges,
Of feelings inside,
Soft places,
Are thought of
So eloquent,
With sensual thoughts.

Rough spots,
Give inquisitive,
Sparks,
To wonder,
Life's experiences.

Eyes of blue,
Or golden brown,
No matter what color,
They seem profound,
With beauty,
From the eye
Of the beholder.

Physical elements,
Of shapely goods,
Bold chests
Or
Plumping breasts,
Give joy
From imagination
Bound,
Till juices flow,
From underground.

Hand in hand,
With joy felt sound,
Feeling like fairies,
In the soft dew ground.

Soft embrace,
With pink tongues,
Intertwine,
Taste of riches
All abound,
Juices flow,
With an eruptions sound,
Heavenly bliss,
As we lay there bound.


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I likey too


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