Full, pouting lips that hunger to have me
in graceful passion whispering my name
swaying to her muse I kiss her longingly
knowing my life has already changed
kissing her tongue…slowly, so softly
A tallow moon rises slow in the trees
meant only for us, the lovers of season
Our noses touch to a chill Winter freeze
swaying to Enya, Orinoco Flow, pleas’en
seeing her mind…in heavenly eyes
Silken the dew that one lays on the moss
the Spring needs no rhyme, barely a reason
Lovers of destiny, lovers by progeny
lovers so lost…lovers of season
holding her still, waking…waiting
Summer’s a flash in a roadster named “Lizzie”
triple black lash that can never be still
Lovers of season make love on the frenzy
loving the longing, the tickles and thrill
branding her skin…slow, stolen kisses
Autumn leaves fall, we sweep them in bundles
to prance in the colour and stuffing our shirts
with leaves, as we laugh, and playfully tumble
loving our lives, all the joys, all the hurts
Lovers of season…caring, enjoying
Author notes
For my dearest one, Beth
Please tell me what you think
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Hi Robert
Just reading again
Very beautiful
Nice to see Kathy on here
Rick -
Dr.Bob, you are endlessly talented! Love your little sister Kathie. Read my stuff... infantal compared to you and Ricky.
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Hi Kathy
So nice to have you reading us
Pleased to see your poetry
How cooL
Rick
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if your book is as good as this poem then i would like to read it to
this poe m was packed with image and i liked it just like you wrote it no parts better than another
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Hi Bob,
I'm SO GLAD to see you writing again!
I've really missed reading you, and enjoying the words you so beautifully craft...especially when life and love are treating you well. 
This is beautiful and joyous, all the things two lovers are.
You have some gorgeous imagery here, and the rhythm is smooth. Only one line tripped me up at the end:
"to prance in the colour and stuffing our shirts
with leaves, as we laugh, and playfully tumble"
It took me a few minutes to pinpoint what bothered me, but I think it's the repetition of "leaves". You mention them in L1 of the stanza, so it's already understood that you'd be stuffing your shirts with them...plus breaking the line there read awkwardly to me. But that's just me.
It's a wonderful poem all the way around, and I hope just the first of many more to come.
~J.
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Hey Jules,!!!!
I am soooo glad to have broken the block. I think it was because I was lamenting over that ^%E&*(_)(**&$%# DAMN boock (yes, ##ck). No, seriously, I was thinking of stuffing her shirt with my hand when I wrote this, so the stanza was the best that I could come up with, lol. Thanks so much for reading and liking. Hey!! When are we going to work on the next book. Will it be Rick's or will it by yours or mine. If it's mine, Its going to be a novel. I've got one with about six chapters done that I think I've talked to you about called "St. V's. It's a murder mystery that takes place in the future, in a "Megga-hospital." Hope to talk to you soon, love, Bob -
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"I was thinking of stuffing her shirt with my hand"
Cool. That gives me even more imagery to toy with as I read this.
As for the next book, I think it's your turn. lol Any time you are ready to share what you've got written, I'd love to take a look. If it's really good, you know I'll be prodding you to hurry and write the rest of it!
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Bob, first let me say that I am so very happy for you. May your lovers of season, continue to grow. Your words are truly very beaituful. I wish you and Beth all the best, love brings out the best in us all. Your poem flows from one stanza to the next so perfectly. Your ending is my favorite time of year. I wish it was Autumn all year around. Excellent writing.
Loveandblessings2u & yours always
Joyce
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Dear Joyce,
Thanks so much for your kind words. I have waited so long to find such a wonderful woman. One day I turned a corner, there she was..like the personification of hope. She makes me so happy. I wish you all the best in this season of love and hope. God bless, Bob
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Rick,
You know how much your words mean to me. Thanks for reading and liking. Whoo, I'm so glad I the block is over. Bob -
Excellent
Full, pouting lips that hunger to have me
in graceful passion whispering my name
swaying to her muse I kiss her longingly
knowing my life has already changed
Beautiful opening words
Love the theam of this verse
Just lovely
Well done Bob
Rick
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Bob, this is lovely.
Each stanza a beautiful image to display how true love and passion has unfolded.
I am not sure why, but your ending is my favorite, perhaps because I can sjo clearly imagine a couple, more committed, taking care of a home together and loving every moment of it, knowing what a blessing this is...
your happiness in love sings in this verse, congrats!
blessings,
Michelle
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Michelle,
Thanks so much for reading! It's been so long since I've written anything...writers block or too wrapped up in "The Book" or something. I care so very much for her. Bob
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OH, I am jealous of Beth after reading this lovely poem. So well done and full of passion that makes the heart hope?
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