I am the product of my mistakes,
attitude, the way to success,
sometimes they make me stronger
sometimes a sense of pain.
Poetry is just the thread,
that sneaks out of my face,
basting those feelings,
with the rest.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
Hands on the bed,
claws ready,
drooping shoulder,
wonderful silhouette.
Biting lips,
folded in,
blinds down,
time for tease.
Staring at me,
heart beat,
(in slow motion)
come and please..
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
Tingling alarm,
burning eyes,
sassy is out,
in my mind.
**** long hair,
short skirt,
dark music,
pale skin.
Salty humor,
seriously sweet,
sparkling aura,
on high-heels.
Knocking on hearts,
Opening doors,
Shivering crowds,
Dancing all floors.
Sight sets on me,
Fountains of youth,
Brilliance in her steps,
Each marked with truth.
Tied by her beauty,
My soul's reeling in,
Tossing and turning,
The lure, deady sin.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
I sign up,
just to mark it with my heart,
and follow you,
although baby,
I've forgotten how to hunt.
Difficult to make the right turn now,
maybe left is only
what I'm left with
to stay with breath.
Just maybe..
****** already knows,
where my heart is.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC