Scenes on Sunday ~ Beaches
The sea rewards those men who have love in their heart.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Marmaduke likes the beach too
Losing a Lover
Where there is true love there is joy in life.
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once you had sunshine
once you had true love
desire always and ever
and then came the rain
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
the ways of love can be cruel
Desire’s Urgent Breathing
The unbearable pain of loving a woman who does not love you.
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hot heavy deep urgent
steaming locomotive breath
passions spent and now resting
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
she just gives it away
to whomsoever wants her
casual sex is what she desires
Monochrome Monday ~ Roads
Some men see the world in terms of black and white ~ I’m one of them.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
what a cool place name
Monochrome Monday ~ Corsets
I’m one of those strange beasts who really likes a corset.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
very pretty corset
very, very tiny waist
Scenes on Sunday ~ Northern Skies
When light fills a Northern Sky, the immensity is scarcely conceivable.Â
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Ghostly sunlight can also be cold.
Monochrome Monday ~ Beauty and the Beast
If you want to be safe, chose a safe, uninteresting man.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
beauty provokes
sexual beauty provokes absolutely
Wilderness Remembered
The Earth has music, for those who listen. ~ Shakespeare
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haunting music of the wind
drifts over the wilderness
the only roof, the stars
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalknet
the desert is bleak and beautiful
a fine place for outdoors living
not as comfortable as a patio
Scenes on Sunday ~ Patio
Sitting beneath the moon and stars, with a glass of wine and thou.
To kiss you, and remember what love is.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
drink wine
smell the roses
feel the fire’s warmth
and talk so softly with thou
Lover’s Moon
The moon is but a pale reflection of the love in your heart.
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he took her in the moonlight
her eyes sparkling silver bright
her hair black as the sable night
their caresses, hard kisses excite
desire ignited hot in their hearts
entwined bodies sexually inviting
moving with simultaneous delight
until at last their passion was spent
and they lay under the cold moonlight
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
for the cold light of the moon is love’s softly warm kiss of adieu
