A Lullaby Named

The lullaby of the night
meeting day sheds
Holds the peace
where breeds the darkness,
fantasy of romance rises
My room of fantasy bares the décor meeting your imagination
Mine the threshold of the evening’s lady who
Takes me through the labyrinth of layers that once made it complex
When the drink is won by you and the
Fantasy lives when we dine
the labyrinth untwines sobering me into the day in your eyes
How sincere I am
when we make this a lullaby di immaginazione la soglia della signora della sera che
lo prende attraverso il labirinto degli strati che una volta gli hanno reso il complesso
quando la bevanda è vinta da voi e
la fantasia vive quando pranziamo
i untwines del labirinto che sobering nel giorno nei vostri occhi
quanto sincero sono
quando rendiamo questo un lullaby
e nel nude bagna il desiderio dell'anima
wed del giorno di riunione di notte non può essere rotto
che cosa facciamo del tempo che
abbiamo per la fantasia a che li prende che la zona di allevamento
nel romanzesco
giovane del labirinto, fragile, puro e nudo
la fantasia comincia mentre esamino i vostri occhi ed in modo da mi libero delle vie che incerte
pranzo sulla vostra arte e che mantengo la fantasia e sulle nostre anime scriviamo il lullaby
così ora cominciamo dal wed della notte nel giorno, il nudo ci liberiamo di, dalla stanza della fantasia in modo da camminata dentro sulla soglia dalla nerezza a vita,

and in the nude bathes the soul’s desire

The wed of night meeting day can not be broken
What we make of the time
we have for fantasy that takes us to that breeding place
In the labyrinth
Young romance, fragile, sheer and naked
The fantasy begins as I look into your eyes and so sheds the unsure pathways
I dine on your art and keep the fantasy and on our souls we write the lullaby

So now we begin from the wed of the night into the day, the naked sheds, from the room of fantasy so walked in on the threshold from the darkness to life,

Italian Version

Un Lullaby ha chiamato
il lullaby delle strette
delle tettoie di giorno di riunione
di notte la pace
dove le razze la nerezza,
fantasia degli aumenti romanzeschi
la mia stanza della fantasia scopre il décor che viene a contatto della vostra miniera

催眠曲命名了
夜會合日棚子 舉行的催眠曲 和平 養殖黑暗， 言情上升幻想
幻想我的室露出遇見您的想像力礦的 décor
我曾經做它複合體晚上的夫人的門限的地方
，當飲料由您時贏取，并且通過層迷宮採取 幻覺，當我們用餐時
迷宮在您的眼睛解開使我冷靜入天
多麼懇切我是 我們做這一支催眠曲 和裸體沐浴不可能
打破的靈魂的慾望星期三夜會合日 什麼我們我們有為幻想

把我們帶對那飼養的做時間 地方 幻想開始，當我調查您的眼睛和，因此流洒我在您的
在迷宮
年輕言情，易碎，純粹和赤裸

Chinese Version - A Lullaby Named

By Jocelyn

藝術用餐并且保留幻想的缺乏信心的路，并且在我們的靈魂我們寫催眠曲

我們從夜星期三那麼現在開始入天，赤裸從幻想屋子流洒，因此走在門限從黑暗到生活，

Spanish Version“A Lullaby Named”

Un arrullo nombró
el arrullo de los asimientos
de las vertientes del día de la reunión
de la noche la paz

donde se levantan las castas la oscuridad

, fantasía del romance
mi sitio de la fantasía descubren el décor que resuelve su mina
de la imaginación el umbral de la señora de la tarde que
me toma a través del laberinto de las capas que una vez le hicieron el complejo
cuando la bebida es ganada por usted y
vive la fantasía cuando cenamos
los untwines del laberinto sobering me en el día en sus ojos cómo es sincero soy cuando hacemos esto un arrullo y en el nude baña el deseo del alma wed de día de la reunión de la noche no puede estar roto qué hacemos del tiempo que tenemos para la fantasía a la cual nos toma que el criadero en el el romántico joven del laberinto, frágil, escarpado y desnudo la fantasía comienza mientras que miro en sus ojos y así que vierto los caminos inseguros que ceno en su arte y que guardo la fantasía y en nuestras almas escribimos el arrullo tan ahora comenzamos de wed de la noche en el día, el desnudo vertemos, del cuarto de la fantasía así que caminado adentro en el umbral de la oscuridad a la vida

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The endeavor of Eb;s labor had subsided to less strenuous days and the hangover of weekend getaways was sure to be the foreplay in the late company of etiquette for this occasion embossed with the crest of more days that would be spent with each other. Fermented sheets entombed the magic of the atmosphere liken a ripe harvest that they ate amongst each other’s company as Emystary lay with Eb as they dispelled the load of weighted days past the days of romance were calling. As Eb lined Emystary’s lips with the tips of his fingers, helloing the peak of their conversation, she breathed a smile and the allure of watching her movements across the suite to the Jacuzzi was arousing enough to know that this was a day’s keepsake and no intrusion would break the seduction. Emystary broke the air with the smell of a rose scented candle that made Eb smile at her trained efforts to appease the hour and him. Yes, this was the union of days that they been rehearsing in erotic scripts apart. The warm rush of the water was like wine to Emystary as she sipped on Eb’s shoulders and smiled in between the doses of therapeutic drops that came from Eb’s bowl, hand and shadow, which made for the realness of a bouquet coupled with the scent of the candle that burned wayside the portrait of the two. The light of the candle burned and Emystary smoothed the liquefied soy of the candle that remained on the heavy glass plate with her fingers into a circle, as she echoed Eb’s previous touch across her back, she caught Eb’s attention and eased deeper into their night’s passion. The craft of the evening broke a longing of two sensuous souls.

WATER’S FLESH

by Jocelyn

HANDS HOLD SIGNED

HIS FIRM JAWLINE AND CAROUSELED

ACROSS THE DEEP OF HIS BREAST PLATE

WITH TIPS OF TONGUE DAMPENED FINGERS

DOWN HIS HALF UN-BUTTONED SHIRT

UNTIL HER HANDS UNWRAPPED

THE THICKNESS OF HIS SPINE

LOOSENING THE STIFFNESS OF HIS WHITE SHIRT

AND THE REST OF THE BUTTONS

WHILST HE SAT PATIENTLY.

SHE STOOD STRADDLED BEHIND HIM,

HER FRAME COMPLIMENTING HIS HANDSOMENESS

THAT ENVELOPED THE REMAINIING

SCENT OF HIS COLOGNE INTO

THE LATENESS OF THE HOUR’S HANDS THAT FELL.

NIAGRA SPRINGS WAS

THE WARMTH OF HER BLOODLINE

FLOWING DOWN HIS SKIN

NOW DISTANCING THE MORN FROM

THE CHILL OF COLD PIPES.

OF NO LABIRHYTHS MYSTERY WAS

WHERE THE KISSES DRAINED

PORTIONING THE SHEETS,

INK, THE BLOOD OF THE BREATH OF PAGES

UNTIL COMMUNICATION WAS UNDERSCORED

AND DISAPPEARING ACTS

ENVAPORATED THAT PRECEDED LUST...

Excerpt from upcoming audio book

CHAIR DE S DE L'EAU'…
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LA PRISE DE MAINS A SIGNÉ
SON JAWLINE ET CAROUSELED FERMES
À TRAVERS LE PROFOND DE SON PLAT DE SEIN
AVEC DES TIP DES DOIGTS AMORTIS PAR LANGUE
EN BAS DE SA DEMI DE CHEMISE D'UN-BUTTONED
JUSQU'À CE QU'ELLE DES MAINS AIT DÉROULÉ
L'ÉPAISSEUR DE SA SPINE
DÉTACHANT LA RIGIDITÉ DE SA CHEMISE BLANCHE
ET LE RESTE DES BOUTONS
TANDIS QU'IL S'ASSEYAIT PATIEMMENT.
ELLE S'EST TENUE ÉCARTÉE LES JAMBES DERRIÈRE LUI, 
SON ARMATURE COMPLIMENTANT SON HANDSOMENESS
QUI A ENVELOPPÉ LE PARFUM
DE REMAINIING DE SA COLOGNE DANS
LE RETARD MAINS DE S D'HEURE LES' QUI SONT TOMBÉES.
LES RESSORTS DE NIAGRA ÉTAIENT
LA CHALEUR DE SON BLOODLINE
COULANT EN BAS DE SA PEAU
DISTANÇANT MAINTENANT LE MATIN
DU FROID DES PIPES FROIDES.
SANS LABIRHYTHS LE MYSTÈRE ÉTAIT
OÙ LES BAISERS ONT VIDANGÉ
PARTAGER LES FEUILLES, 
L'ENCRE, LE SANG DU SOUFFLE DES PAGES
 JUSQU'À CE QUE LA COMMUNICATION AIT ÉTÉ SOULIGNÉE ET LES LOIS DISPARAISSANTES
ENVAPORATED QUI ONT PRÉCÉDÉ LA CONVOITISE

Emystary exited the water towards the chair sitting adjacent the bed. She sat for a moment admiring Eb, then he came toward her to embrace her. Emystary stopped Eb just short of their embrace and turned him about face. “Eb, just for a moment, I’d like to ease the tension a little more and relax into a subtle caress”. Emystary embraced Eb below his midriff from behind as she sat in the chair, wrapping her arms below his knees. Emystary began to run her hands up the front of his legs from behind along his muscles, collecting the remaining water along the way towards his thighs, then his waist, as she held him tighter by the waist and then joined her hands with the warmth of her lips and breast up his spine until she too was now standing and Eb turned to capture a blissened moment of foreplay and he smiled. Emystary’s focus had been a little more intense than what Eb had anticipated as a cue towards their break of the serene water which now they somehow made their way back across the floor into the fallen deep that broke floor of the suite. The water seemed to hold the perfect affair of the evening a little longer as they continued by candlelight.

 

The night jaded into absolute,
as if Aladin had stolen the carpet beneath them ,
The rest of the furniture in the room seemed oblivious to the content of the two’s love scene, as Eb
and Emystary eased into the master suite’s canopy that hung from the ceiling, The sheer cascade of fabric haloed above the the large pillowing cloud of silk linens that stroked the skin and now breathed the life of the two bodies. Racing with the aroma of the love scene was the morning's hours slipping away. Emotions finding their way,  surfacing like the dawn of the day to be found by each lover's touch,the embrace of the day welcomed and began its journey

Artology excerpt;

 

Artology

The canvas was blind

Down the corridor she peeked in the room

finding the antique closet

It read

“Subjective”

Open

Intrigue garments to try on

To take on subjective

She sat down in between the double doors

peering into him

She began to turn the pages

Trying on verses

She looked up into the mirror

to start the feeling

Then to listen slowly trying on the shoes

The loose lace high heeled straps he loved

did not mirror the worn pathed shoes

A road that carried his dreams, his years,

his mother’s advice

His years of learning,

his fears and chances,

his loose change

She slipped her thighs into his trousers

That once straddled his masculinity

Her arms into his once buttoned cologned

shirt that still bellowed his masculinity

His heavy cologne chased the girl of her

essence tailoring a man’s bareness,

still breathing the lines of his boyhood

The tie she departed from the drawer,

she opened the flower of the collar and

chased her feminine scarf of a woman’s

neckline with the close of his fantasies

or remembrances of the last time a

woman untied his tie with

dante hands of femininity,

nights before his profession buttoned

She pinned her hair under his brim

then polished her hairline

Looking into his reflection

to see him again

Slowly she patterned his double breasted

jacket across her waistline, smoothing the

feminine edges of a man’s world with the

hands of his maker, maybe once his mother,

his wife, his body

The double mirror gazed back at her

Still holding a subjective thought

She picked up an old photograph,

an old letter and an old pen

She began to write what she saw in the

reflection, the photo, the man

The canvas began to fill

Maybe it was the artology of what she

wanted to seem hear, maybe it was the

truth, but maybe this ghostwriter could

address how he really felt about the

leaves of

The branches that closed the closet

She exited the room.

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