The Promise

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She pulled on his emotional strings like no other, the promise of delicious delights heightened his senses into a pulsating rage.
The end of the shift drew close, he could already smell the sweet love and taste the beautiful elixir that awaited him so.
The drive home lasted a lifetime, heart racing faster the car he was driving.

As he entered the promise, as before, the promise had been desolved leaving the pain of frustration emulating from his sorry soul.

© C Webber 2017

Loving you

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Your silky smooth skin,

Can I touch it, can I feel the warmth from within.
Let my fingertips trace every curve of your being,

I can see you whole, without really seeing.
Let me smell your sweet sweet aroma,

Taste your taste, rise my senses from its coma.
Let these needy butterflies fly,

I can see your pure soul by gazing straight into your eye.
My heart picks up pace, in this competition of love race,

Beauty from within, written all over your stunning face.

Emotions abound soon placed on trial,

Caught in the wonder, of this earthly denial.
But nothing can stop true love and it’s ever winding course,

Stay on this track to find out the truth and its  source.
© C Webber 2017

Words of Death

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The words permeated his body.
Smothering every vibrant organ in a body once 

youthful,

     fun, 

          evoking.
Squeezing tight until no more life giving oxygen could flow.
Turning black and rotten, his mind glazed and abandoned from

 stupor, 

      numbness,

               disengagement.
Not a moment of compassion to fall from the darkness 

flying, 

   sparking, 

                                       igniting.
Grasping and gasping he gulps on his last breath.
Comfort absorbs in the perpetual death.
© C Webber 2017

Saturday Sadness….Sorry

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Contained in my heart with a bitterness to fall apart.

The constant rain, not to nourish the barron ground.
Relentless in its presence, drowning the last blooming flower.
Petals float on the surface, forgotten, left to perish.
Raindrops fall from the now creased face of hope.
Numb in wonder, Numb in fast forward.
Unable to clear the misty view, pleasures are few, life hard to chew.
Disjointed, belief, turn which way?
Chemical imbalance, gradual degrading, social decay, world view.
Tethered to a chariot of law, skin worn thin, bleeding to the blind.
Still my eyes look to blue hope, fingers crossed.
Just in transition or forever lost?
© C Webber 2017

No Post

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Yesterday I did not post,

No one noticed, no one missed it most.
Should I carry on, would any one care?

Should I wallow in self pity, I don’t think i’d dare.
So here is today’s post right out of my head,

Forgetful me, remember to post next time before heading to bed!! 😉

Warm Summer Sun

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Lie under the warm summer sun, in the middle of a field on a soft cotton blanket. Nothing around, no sound to be heard. Only the gentle breeze as it rolls over my body, ruffling my hair as it passes. Looking straight up into the clear blue sky, with only the odd white fluffy cloud passing. The fresh air fills my lungs and lifts my spirit, as my soul relaxes and becomes one with the earth that I lie upon. Every stress and worry lifts out of me and evaporates into a nothingness. Her hand gently places into mine and the spark ignites the love that can only be true…..
© C Webber 2017