Lamar Cole

Juices Of Love

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The stars shone brightly.
The moon sprinkled magic from heaven above.
The night is calm.
In the valley of love.

An owl hoots.
The deer are like statues.
My sweetheart is sweet like an apple.
The juices of love flow freely.

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Passion In The Waves

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Remember darling, the end of the day.
The sun setting in Montego Bay.
You and I frolicking in the Caribbean Sea.
Happy as can be.

The water was so blue.
The sunset beautiful like you.
Love was so fresh and smooth.
Passion in the waves made the moon drool.

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Passion Seeps

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Winter storm,
Safe and secure in my sweetheart’s arms.
Pretty face,
Scented body in satin and lace.

Snow is deep.
Through the window a chill creeps.
Passion seeps.
Happy tears weep.

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October Love

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The moon just peeked from behind the trees.
At you and I darling on our carpet of leaves.
Your love is sweet like ripe fruit.
As our passion takes root.

The wind blew just right tonight.
The stars shone from heaven above.
Lovely as a dove.
October love.

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Frank Sinatra (King Of Croon)

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Frank was suave and smooth.
In his Fedora hat, he looked so cool.
Man, Frank could sing.
Voice that tugged at the ladies’ heartstrings.

The world lost a great crooner.
When the Chairman Of The Board passed.
His music legacy will always last.

Pure romance is dancing under the stars and moon.
Listening to Frank Sinatra King Of Croon.

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A Lover’s Fling

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Night comes to the meadow.
Two lovers entwined in the shadows.
A soft rain begins.
Bringing tingles to the skin.

The air is fresh.
Lovers fest.
A night bird sings.
Bells in the heart ring.

A lover’s fling.
Sweet love is the cream.

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Paris Groove

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Remember darling, sailing the River Seine.
How good it felt to be in France.
Under the Paris sky, we sailed.
The morning mist we could smell.

Remember dancing through the night.
Me holding you so very tight.
Remember strolling through the Louvre.
Nothing beats the Paris groove.

This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Cole.

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