Jason PraTT Poems

sacred
secret
my ears, your words
getting along so damn well;
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palm trees, snow white leaves and pink debris
rose petals pushed along the blowing paths
focusing my approach on nature and dreams
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your beauty:
unbelievable
my eyes, mesmerized
the poems that
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the nightly silence is what
lures me into dreams
bare and bidding the thoughts
keen and careful
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I have stained my soul with scarlet colors, thus this work
The ballad of merlot and mandolins, the bliss is midnight blue
The deep black is but her hungry delight
Thus I dye her desires a darker scarlet within the foils of my flesh
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As your lover, I lingered
with fondling fingers
along your waistline
admiring your splendid curves
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Movement I: Bait

I have called you forth
To undress your fabrics of time
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She lifts my eyes to consider more sweetly the alluring logic of her sway
Absolute in her twilight thighs, simply to strut back and forth in my view
While my thoughts crawl throughout the perception of her pleasures
Upon the pleasant poetry that her body composes within her every footstep
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Wall her within those rooms filled with forbidden rights
Cherishing one last hope of an ordained conscious
Abandon her clothes in the hallway or let her choose
The sacred eyes of her sex as she spreads the blues
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The blossom of your black rose thorn bush, as the seed on the tree
Beneath the bosom and blissful sunrise that the morning air blows
Dance we shall underneath the sheets of the swallowing adventure
Upon the enchantment that crowns our every kiss with sincere awe
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