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The two Queens sit watching,

Roses are Red, ๐ŸŒน
With knowing smiles exchanged,
As pawns below them play,
Their playful games arranged.

No move escapes their notice,
No teasing glance goes unseen,
The Queens simply savor,
The pleasures of the scene.

๐‘น๐’๐’”๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐‘น๐’†๐’…

๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’‚๐’‘๐’•๐’–๐’“๐’† ๐’Ž๐’†๐’ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’‹๐’–๐’”๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’ˆ๐’๐’‚๐’๐’„๐’†.

๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’๐’ ๐’‘๐’“๐’๐’Ž๐’Š๐’”๐’†๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’“๐’๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’„๐’†.

๐‘ด๐’š ๐’‘๐’๐’˜๐’†๐’“ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’Ž๐’š๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’“๐’š ๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’…๐’†.

๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’’๐’–๐’†๐’”๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’”๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’…๐’†๐’†๐’‘ ๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’Š๐’…๐’†.

๐‘ฐ ๐’๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“ ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’”๐’†, ๐‘ฐ ๐’๐’๐’๐’š ๐’Š๐’๐’—๐’Š๐’•๐’†.

๐‘จ ๐’”๐’‰๐’‚๐’…๐’๐’˜ ๐’‘๐’–๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•.

๐‘ฐ ๐’๐’†๐’• ๐’„๐’–๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’Š๐’•๐’š ๐’”๐’๐’๐’˜๐’๐’š ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’๐’˜.

๐‘ฐ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’‡๐’๐’†๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’• ๐’”๐’๐’๐’˜.

๐‘ฐ ๐’…๐’ ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’๐’†๐’†๐’… ๐’•๐’ ๐’‰๐’๐’๐’…, ๐’๐’“ ๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’”๐’†๐’”๐’”.

๐‘ป๐’ ๐’๐’†๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Ž ๐’„๐’‚๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’Š๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’“๐’†๐’„๐’†๐’”๐’”.

๐‘ป๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’˜๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’‚๐’˜๐’‚๐’š ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’˜๐’๐’๐’…๐’†๐’“ ๐’”๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’.

๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’˜๐’†'๐’“๐’† ๐’”๐’†๐’…๐’–๐’„๐’†๐’… ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’Š๐’“ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’.

๐‘น๐’๐’”๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐‘น๐’†๐’…

Itโ€™s not sinful to ache like this.

Hips already open mouth already wet.

Itโ€™s not sinful to want the weight.

The slow deep push that makes you shake.

Itโ€™s not sinful To beg for more.

To arch and tremble come undone on the floor.

It's not sinful A carnal desire.

That sets your very soul on fire.

Roses are Red,๐ŸŒน
Distance may stretch across,
Through earth and heavens wide,
Yet love still never a loss.

It cannot quiet what we feel,
Nor silence hearts that yearn,
Our hearts keep reaching,
To where our loves return.

Our hearts keep searching,
Across a distance none can measure,
Beyond the bounds of earth and time,
Where love exists forever.

There is a space between us now,
No road or path can cross,
A distance beyond earthly reach,
Where time itself is lost.

Yet still our hearts reach for each other,
Beyond both time and space,
For love can find what we cannot,
And hold us in its embrace.
๐Ÿซถ

Roses are Red,๐ŸŒน
I feel your heart reaching relentlessly,
Across the distance you cannot see,
Yet love still crosses endlessly.

Though earth may stand between our ways,
Love is not bound by nights or days,
No distance can silence what we feel,
In love that finds its countless ways.

You search beyond the distant stars,
Beyond the heavens, near or far,
But you need not search the endless skies,
I am always near, not far. ๐Ÿชฝ

When memories stir and your heart aches,
Remember when love that aches,
Untouched by distance, time, or space,
Still held within what never breaks.

So close your eyes and think of me,
And let your heart remember what it knows,
You may not see me where you are,
For love is all your heart knows.
๐Ÿซถ

Quote by loveZoey2

Yet still our hearts reach for each other,
Beyond both time and space,
For love can find what we cannot,
And hold us in its embrace.
๐Ÿซถ

Beautiful!

Quote by loveZoey2

So close your eyes and think of me,
And let your heart remember what it knows,
You may not see me where you are,
For love is all your heart knows.
๐Ÿซถ

--

Roses are red

Merging into dreams

Thoughts entwine,

Reality, seems

--

A virtual touch

So tangible feels

No distance too vast

That desire conceals

--

Soft words flow

Near speed of light

Dimensionally unbound

Connecting delight

--

A presence oft felt

A touch, perchance

Linking anew

In fond romance

--

Quote by Lynnwitt: "You're welcome", said she as she encircled her lover with her arms....

Roses are Red,๐ŸŒน
She encircled her lover with her arms,
Holding her close against her heart, โค๏ธ
Safe within love's tender charms.

Her embrace spoke without words,
A tenderness beyond compare,
Two hearts beating close together, ๐Ÿ’•
Finding comfort in being there.

No distance could diminish,
The love they chose to share,
For when two hearts are held as one,'๐Ÿ’•
Love becomes a place beyond compare.
๐Ÿซถ

Quote by loveZoey2
Love becomes a place beyond compare.
๐Ÿซถ

--

Roses are red

A place of bliss

A haze of gold

From just a kiss

--

A kiss and touch

As delights unfold

A touch and caress

Much more foretold

--

A caress and embrace

As bodies meld

An embrace then more

All qualms dispelled

--

From Lynnwitt:
"Roses are Red, A Place of Bliss"

Roses are Red, ๐ŸŒน
A place where dreams arise,
Where time and space surrender,
Beneath unending skies. ๐ŸŒ 

Two lonely souls draw near,
Where distance disappears,
Two bodies finally meeting,
Beyond the reach of years.

For just a fleeting moment,
The dream becomes their place,
Two hearts, one of body, and one of soul, reunited, ๐Ÿ’•
In one timeless embrace.

And when the dream must fade,
And morning claims the night,
They carry that brief meeting,
Where two lonely hearts unite.
๐Ÿซถ

Roses are Red, ๐ŸŒน
Those little devils cast their spell, ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿ‘พ
Some hocus-pocus calendar magic,
And now my week's gone straight to hell! ๐Ÿคฌ

They stole my Taco Tuesday, ๐ŸŒฎ
And made it disappear,
Then Hump Day Wednesday vanished,
Along with Thirsty Thursday's cheer. ๐Ÿน

They bewitched away TGIF,
That Friday cheer,
They turned it into Monday,
And made it reappear! ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

Five Mondays now appear, ๐Ÿ˜ญ
Just hard work without reprieve,
One Saturday, one Sunday,
And barely time to breathe!

So, summon up Istari,
Before they change the dates,
Let magic face the Gremlins,
Before it's far too late!

Roses are Red,๐ŸŒน
A little secret was placed in plain sight,
A Tolkien inspired Easter egg,
For those who know the lore just right.

A subtle hint was hidden there,
For clever eyes to see,
A whisper from Middle Earth,
Tucked into the poetry.

Roses are Red, ๐ŸŒน
I penned a little verse for Lynnwitt's Behind,
A playful ode,
Little mischief for that Behind.

Perhaps that Behind has stories,
Perhaps there's more Behind,
But one thing's certain in those lines,
Her Behind was on my mind.
๐Ÿซถ

Quote by loveZoey2
Her Behind was on my mind.

--

Roses are red,

More than your mind

My behind would enjoy-

If you're inclined

--

Stories to tell?

Perhaps just a few

More stories to write?

Might also be true

--

Mischief to make

Would surely be grand

For there's so much

Delightfully planned

--

Now YOUR behind, too

Attention will get

For she's one

Not to forget!

--

๐‘๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐

๐ˆ'๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ฉ.

๐“๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ'๐ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ž.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ˆ'๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐.

๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ซ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ,

๐š๐ง๐ ๐†๐จ๐, ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ž.

๐’๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ.

๐„๐ฅ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐œ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ข๐ซ.

๐ƒ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ ๐ข๐ญ.

๐ƒ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ค.

๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ.

๐Œ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ค.

๐ˆ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž.

๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ก ๐›๐ž๐ญ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฌ.

๐‡๐š๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž.

๐Ž๐ง๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฉ.

๐“๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ.

๐Œ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ ๐›๐ž๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.

๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ.

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ˆ ๐ก๐ข๐๐ž.

๐ˆ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž.

๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž.

๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ.

๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐š๐ซ.

๐–๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ .

๐ˆ ๐š๐ฅ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ.

๐๐จ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ.

๐๐จ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ง.

๐‹๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž.

๐“๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ž'๐ซ๐ž ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ก ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ.

๐ˆ'๐ฏ๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ž๐ž๐ฉ.

๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ.

๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ๐ฌ.

๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ.

๐€๐ง๐ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ,

๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ.

๐ˆ'๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ.

๐Œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ.

๐—ฅ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ

Midnight silk against my wrist.

Your shadow heavy on the bed.

Leather takes the room to still.

Iโ€™m already soaked and spread.

Your fingers trace like promises,

then tighten hard around my waist.

I lurch into the coming storm

and beg you, take it, take the taste.

Two strong hands. One rough command.

You make me drip. You make me shake.

The cuff clicks shut. No turning back.

My pulse goes loud for your mistake.

You knew this room before I did.

You mapped the dark. You learned my breath.

You watched me want what I denied

and carved it mine into my breath.

Leather creaks when you lean in.

Your mouth a vow along my throat.

A growl that says I do not leave.

A claim that burns the last soft note.

You drag me closer by the silk.

You pin my thighs and split the night.

I arch. I whimper. I confess

I asked for this. I asked it right.

You take me slow, then take me deep.

One fist still locked around my wrist.

The other finds the places I

canโ€™t hide, the ones that always twist.

You make a vow out of the dark.

You make a law out of my name.

You make me drip. You make me break.

You make the shaking into flame.

Touch anyone and you would end them.

Touch me and the world goes still.

I am the only door you open.

I am the only heat you keep.

I break the way you like me brokenโ€”

open, shaking, saying please.

Midnight silk. Your shadow. Leather.

And a storm that will not ease.

Say mine.

I say it.

Say stay.

I stay.

The cuff. The silk. The heavy bed.

Your hands. My wrists. The soaked-through sheets.

You take control until the taking

is the only prayer I keep.

๐™๐™ค๐™จ๐™š๐™จ ๐™–๐™ง๐™š ๐™ง๐™š๐™™

A slow warmth starts beneath the ear.
Where every shadow disappears.
A breathless pause, a lingering trace.
His mouth upon that quiet place.

Unhurried lips begin to stray.
To steal the steady world away.
A damp and softly traced design.
That leaves a tremor down the spine.

A gentle graze of teeth reveals.
The silent promise that she feels.
No need to rush, no need to part.
He counts the rhythm of her heart.

Until the pulse is all they know.
And structured borders overflow.
He lifts his head, his dark eyes gleam.
To trace again the waking dream.

Roses are red

He watches how her shadow falls,
Her name an echo in his walls.
A single word she casual speaks
Becomes the anchor that he seeks.

He counts the steps she takes today,
And saves the words she threw away.
A crowded room, yet through the blur,
His every breath belongs to her.

The world is small, the world is dim,
Except the light she shines on him.
A quiet urge, a binding chain.
Her simple touch is bliss and pain.

Roses are red

His mind is locked upon a single grid.
To track the secrets that her presence hid.
A compass pointing to a single face.
He maps the quiet borders of her space.

The steady rhythm of the passing crowd.
Is just a hum, while her least sigh is loud.
He drinks her image like a desperate cure.
To make the shifting, broken world feel sure.

He builds a kingdom out of where she's been.
A silent captive to the shape she's in.
No other light can pierce the heavy shade.
He lives inside the worship he has made.

Roses are red

Across a screen, two distant sparks ignite.
A sudden text that breaks into the night.
From that first day, the words began to flow.
With every hour making friendship grow.

No awkward pauses, no protective shield.
Just instant chemistry completely sealed.
They laughed at secrets never shared before,
And with each message they wanted more.

Across the oceans, in a different land,
They type all day and dream of holding hands.
The miles between them couldn't pull apart
The growing rhythm of a single heart.

Through endless days and nights they never sleep,
A digital devotion running deep.
"I've crossed the oceans of our time," he said,
"To find true love, the path where I am led."

They fell in love before they ever met,
A deep devotion they could not forget.