In realms of mystic power, a warrior roams,
Tituba, an Angel Assassin, she calls her
own.
With lightning crackle, her presence
unfolds,
A guardian of blance, a tale yet untold.
Her silver mist green eyes, a celesian gleam,
reflecting the cosmos, a starlit dream.
Within her lies the essennce of divine grace,
passion, playfulness, on her celestial face.
with gaze serene, emotions concealed,
A hint of dissapointment, her heart may
yield.
A dance of shadows, her distant kin she
wears,
To blend in the world, undetected,
unawares.
Adept in combat, a masterful display,
Hand-to-Hand prowess, swords her own
ballet.
Through battles waged, she moves with
might,
An expert of war, in darkness or in light.
But Tituba is more, a celesial thread,
A tepestry woven, where inspiration is
spread.
In her veins courses the pulse of the skies,
A conduit of wisdom, where secrets arise.
Astrological whispers, stars whisper her
name,
Cosmic alignments, her destiny aflame.
The constelations map her path with care,
guiding her steps, through relams unaware.
Passion ignites within, a fire untamed,
Playful laughter, her spirit untamed.
Her presence an inspiratio, a celestial
rhyme,
A beacon of hope in this tumultous time.
Oh, Tituba, Angel Assasssin of might,
With secrets and skills, veiled from sight,
Your story unfolds with cosmic delight,
A warrior, a muse, shining through the
night.
In realms beyondd, where legends reside,
Tituba, a celestial force, inspiration within,
Her journey continues, a tale yet to begin.
Playfulness
Risus Absentis
In moments when my presence wanes, When solitude's embrace remains, Recall the foolish words we'd share, To soothe the ache of absence's glare. Think not of absence, but of wit, The jovial banter, bit by bit, For though I'm distant, far away, My spirit dances, free to play. Imagine laughter in the air, a symphony of jests we'd share, In every word, a tender thread, To gently mend what time has shed. Let silly tales and jests resound, Within your heart, let mirth abound, For though we're parted, side by side, The echoes linger, cannot hide. So let my voice, in memories stored, Bring solace when emotions pour, May laughter guide you weary soul, And tears dissolve in humor's roll. Though absent now, I'm not truly gone, In jests and quips, I still live on, So let these words, a comforting balm, Transform your tears into a calming psalm.
Whispers of Desire: A Playful Dance of Souls
Poem request from Grace: “Teasing love”
In a playful dance of words, they engage,
A conversation filled with teasing stage.
The girl, with a curious tone, inquires,
“What’s wrong with you? Your nerves transpire.”
The boy, flustered, denies the claim,
“Nervous? No way, it’s not the same!”
But the girl, with a knowing smile,
Provokes him further, just for a while.
She whispers of a touch, a secret place,
And the boy’s reaction, a blushing face.
With a gasp, he tries to defend,
Claiming it’s merely nature’s trend.
Amidst laughter, the girl persists,
Unveiling the truth that both insist.
“It’s not just nature’s innocent cue,
Deep down, you know you enjoy it too.”
Their banter flows, a tender art,
An intimate connection from the start.
In words and laughter, they find delight,
A playful bond, a shared insight.
For in this light-hearted repartee,
Their hearts reveal what words can’t say.
In a dance of teasing, their souls ignite,
A connection strong, pure and bright.
So let their banter be a joyful song,
Where feelings dance, and hearts belong.
In this conversation’s playful twist,
They find a love they can’t resist.