http://slow.writerscafe.org/passions_plume The original writings of author Patricia Ponce en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776033891 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   Strolls amidst midnight clear met cobalt's veer barely sure footed gingerly skipping moonbeams'... quite deluded now yesteryear eagerly bids good cheer come the 'morrow in adieus' starry strung the sorrow kick of the can and a partake of candy a land peeked .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passions_plume/278867/ In earnest spent the daylight hour of savored saltiness sieved from watering lips which carnal moments  bareness stole from 'waking's, dew morn' breaths embraced the now, in recollect of look upon love's face ethereal sojourns'... off handsthen, life came in killer a tast.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passions_plume/260794/  Ever a summer's day each rendezvous close to hearth nevertheless a world away, through grape vines sprinkled with life stock towards adventure through come what may destiny's compass tossed to the wind sweetly kissing awake possibility into a gossamer dream catcher where hope.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passions_plume/253578/ ImagineImagine once white walls now dawning golden hues...Coalescing with the ceiling's dreamy sky blues...Reminiscent of an ancient world's sun risings...Or the opened wild wild west as a c**k sings...Within a majestic mystic throne for two...Where the elements season the sheets' .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passions_plume/209576/ Aphrodite's CallHave you ever showered amongst the rain...Hoping to cleanse away heart wrenching pain...No I don't mean just letting go when caught...In a storm by surprise and robbed of thought...Rather to lather away your sorrow...Although it's embedded in your marr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passions_plume/209559/ As ThusAs would fireball cure midsummer night's blueswhen fairytale parachutes thus effervescent mist, crystallized a hue of floating dust whose dreams flew As desolate moon, torrid...will love waxwhen wild wind heeds, one's lusty saxthus current waters bury treasures deepi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passions_plume/209139/ Insatiable Knight Arising 'fore me from dreams' forbidden sands an ever insatiable night's hungerrelentlessly courts mortality's handtill recaptured his; cruel, fleeting... grandeur Your clime laid on eagerly waiting sheetshaving from plundered Gods breathing inhence pupils.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passions_plume/209018/ Surrendering To Mental BlissNight goddess do witness as I surrender him...My eager wanton pleading bosom...As gateway to my secret pleasure's garden...For he alone holds the true knowledge within my Eden...And fears them not rather welcomes their untamed...Exploring carnal .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passions_plume/208992/  What Be Mourning What airs...mourning's proper etiquette?Does he clock in nine to five,or somersaults twenty-four seven?Rebelliously alive!Be he hindsight's bardbinding unreconciled solstices, infinitely closermisting mythology into rainleaving echo hand prints as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passions_plume/208943/ Thy MuseThee calleth me thy muse, dawned fuse to thy quiescence Equally in such breath bestows purest innocence Thee nameth me dreamt sprite to sin's every delightGraceful angel when nymph's heat tires day or night My divine creation thy north starred constellationConsummate boso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/passions_plume/208907/