My ardent likings

I like the willow tree
weeps when it rains and
how the bamboo trees dance
with the blowing of winds.

I like to watch how the
sun disappear on the horizon of the sea,
the tangerine colors
of sky before it faded away.

I like the smell of the mornings
in the forest after a night
of heavy rains,
the dew that lingers on
the leaves before it falls.

I like the sound of
waves in a stormy nights,
the breaking in
towards the shore.

I like the blackness of
the night against the
half-light moon and
the hush appearance of dark.

I like the sounds
how the wind echoes in the mountain,
The chirping of birds
accord with the rustling of leaves.

I like the color black,
it is the highlighter of my soul.

I like the way your voice transmitted
tru my phone
and how it affects my senses,
going wild.

I like to think how sweet
those lips to taste,
thinking in hours til I need a grip.

I like to anticipate how soft
your hips when I hold you there,
sharing the heat with me.

I love the way my eyes look like
burning with desires,
as I stare at you.


- AG -