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Our eyes locked, Our lips kissed, Our hands caressed, Exploring every curve of our being. One by one, We carelessly tossed what covered us on the floor, Paying attention to every revelation, That came by. You let out my ******* And heaved a sigh, I could see how much you wanted to hold Squeeze and **** them, But you restrained yourself. You wanted this to be special, It was our first time together, You wanted it to be slow but blissful, You wanted it to be sealed in my mind and heart forever, We lost track of time, We were lost in ourselves, I opened my world to you, And you came in with pleasure. You took us to worlds’ unseen, No one existed there but us, We rocked and locked, As we burst in ecstasy of our love making, Then we cuddled wasted, Waiting for sunup. © Anita_W
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
OUR FIRST ECSTASY
Come on my love Come hither and let’s dance This dance that no one else knows about The dance that we are the only that understand We are the only dancers We can dance anywhere, anyhow And it will still give us this tantalizing effect The steps are unforgettable We rock the rhythm bare skin Come on my love Drop your covering and let’s dance The dance that makes us one And take us to unknown ecstasy. ©Anita W.
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
COME ON LOVE
When you met me, You made a wish, Wished that your wife would be like me, Dress like me, and understand you like I did. I saw the pain in your eye, The hard time she was making you go through, I decided to grant you your wish, I am a witch dressed in white. I took it upon myself to torture her, I threatened and manipulated her, Until she left you, I am a witch dressed in white. You came to me again, Told me you would wish to be with me, But you can’t coz of your faith, As long as she is alive she’s still yours. I made a way for you, I made her have an “accident”, Little did I know you had not gotten over her, You mourned her for years, But I still waited. You then started seeing this colleague of yours, I could not turn a blind eye, I don’t easily fall in love, But I was completely into you. How could she take your center stage? You always talked about her, I had done too much to let her have you, I could not let get in my way. Did they say she died of carbon monoxide? I suffocated her in her sleep and left the burning' jiko' in her room, I was afraid they would not buy the crap, But am all so glad they did, I really am a witch in white clothes. You had no one else to turn to, No one to share your grievances with except me, I gladly took you in my arms, I held you as you mourned your lost love. I worked so hard to get you, Don’t make me work harder to keep you, I have done all this for love, Love from the witch dressed in white. ©Anita W.
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 5:03 AM UTC
WITCH DRESSED IN WHITE
You were here, Seated right next to me, Eating slowly, Savoring every mouthful of my homemade African delicacies, That I had prepared specially for you, You ate to your full, And your face was fixed with a merry grin, I cleared the table and walked to the kitchen, Where you followed and held me from the back, Turned me around, And looked right into my eyes, You claimed to be performing a ritual, “To kiss the cook when the food is good”, You lowered your lips onto mine, My heart somersaulted, My feet and arms were wobbly, My brain stopped working, And as I struggled to steal a breath, During this long and sensual kiss, I suddenly woke up! What a dream!
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Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 7:12 AM UTC
WHAT A DREAM
It’s eleven at night He lies down at his usual place for the night At the doorstep of a closed Asian shop With nothing comfortable to lay on But that cold, hard floor. He turned and tossed a bit Shaking from hunger, fatigue and cold He had not eaten for days But still hoped for a better day tomorrow As he drifted to a deep sleep. At midnight This avaricious, malicious drunk drove by The streets were desolate void of mankind Agitated by his own demons With a wife patiently waiting his arrival at home He drives by the Asian shop And sees this poor soul huddled together He thinks awhile and drives back Smiling at his demons For he had found a treasure That would appease them for a while. He grabs the sleeping poor soul And does the most ungodly thing to his thin self Too astounded and feeble to act He just lays there feeling every pain That came with every push. Tears chocked him This is too much to imbibe This pain is too much to bear He then passes out Unaware of what happens to him later. The morning comes Bright and promising The sun rises up Shines and smiles down at him As if it is mocking this poor soul. The Asian shop workers arrive They have to clean up the verandah And set things in order Before their clients come knocking So, they have to awaken the poor soul. He tries to sit down in vain He can’t even stand up He still had this terrible pain and headache He had lost lots of blood already But he had to move anyway So he resolves to a crawl. With nobody to turn to Nobody to share with what befell him No money or means to take him to hospital With no family nor friends And no food to keep him strong or alive Yet he must live. He has to fight against all odds What is in the past must remain there The determination to live must not be blurred He still holds onto this one hope The hope that keeps him going That one day somehow He will lead a better life, off the streets. ©Anita W.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
POOR SOUL
It’s eleven at night He lies down at his usual place for the night At the doorstep of a closed Asian shop With nothing comfortable to lay on But that cold, hard floor. He turned and tossed a bit Shaking from hunger, fatigue and cold He had not eaten for days But still hoped for a better day tomorrow As he drifted to a deep sleep. At midnight This avaricious, malicious drunk drove by The streets were desolate void of mankind Agitated by his own demons With a wife patiently waiting his arrival at home He drives by the Asian shop And sees this poor soul huddled together He thinks awhile and drives back Smiling at his demons For he had found a treasure That would appease them for a while. He grabs the sleeping poor soul And does the most ungodly thing to his thin self Too astounded and feeble to act He just lays there feeling every pain That came with every push. Tears chocked him This is too much to imbibe This pain is too much to bear He then passes out Unaware of what happens to him later. The morning comes Bright and promising The sun rises up Shines and smiles down at him As if it is mocking this poor soul. The Asian shop workers arrive They have to clean up the verandah And set things in order Before their clients come knocking So, they have to awaken the poor soul. He tries to sit down in vain He can’t even stand up He still had this terrible pain and headache He had lost lots of blood already But he had to move anyway So he resolves to a crawl. With nobody to turn to Nobody to share with what befell him No money or means to take him to hospital With no family nor friends And no food to keep him strong or alive Yet he must live. He has to fight against all odds What is in the past must remain there The determination to live must not be blurred He still holds onto this one hope The hope that keeps him going That one day somehow He will lead a better life, off the streets. ©Anita W.
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She looked in the mirror, She could not recognize the woman looking back at her, So thin, emaciated, wrinkled and drained of life, The woman in the mirror scared the life out of her, She touched her face, Her once beautiful dimpled face, The face that was perfect with no single flaw, The face that had earned her a beauty queen crown. Day by day the beauty faded, Her once healthy athletic body vanished, Her once big **** eyes full of life now hollow, Leaving no trace of her youthful beauty. She married a monster, A wolf in sheep’s skin, She fell in love without thinking twice, She was happy and thought she would always be. A year after their big day, His true colors begun to show, Coming home in a drunken stupor, Or not coming at all. He started battering her for no apparent reason, He became a lecher, Ogling at every female became his new hobby, Neglecting the only woman, that truly loved him. Torn, betrayed, and scarred, Both inside and outside, Has to put a smile on her face though broken, Her three little children must the best of her. She sacrifices her happiness for them, She endures all the beating and insults for them, Every abuse hurled at her she handles with bravery, She has to wear a happy face for them. She once thought of leaving him, But then she looked at them, How they eagerly waited for his return, Showering him with hugs and kisses when he arrives. How could she deny them that? How could she break the bond between them? How could she be so selfish to even think of leaving? She has to stay, Just to see those little smiles on those little faces. ©Anita W.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
SACRIFICE
She looked in the mirror, She could not recognize the woman looking back at her, So thin, emaciated, wrinkled and drained of life, The woman in the mirror scared the life out of her, She touched her face, Her once beautiful dimpled face, The face that was perfect with no single flaw, The face that had earned her a beauty queen crown. Day by day the beauty faded, Her once healthy athletic body vanished, Her once big **** eyes full of life now hollow, Leaving no trace of her youthful beauty. She married a monster, A wolf in sheep’s skin, She fell in love without thinking twice, She was happy and thought she would always be. A year after their big day, His true colors begun to show, Coming home in a drunken stupor, Or not coming at all. He started battering her for no apparent reason, He became a lecher, Ogling at every female became his new hobby, Neglecting the only woman, that truly loved him. Torn, betrayed, and scarred, Both inside and outside, Has to put a smile on her face though broken, Her three little children must the best of her. She sacrifices her happiness for them, She endures all the beating and insults for them, Every abuse hurled at her she handles with bravery, She has to wear a happy face for them. She once thought of leaving him, But then she looked at them, How they eagerly waited for his return, Showering him with hugs and kisses when he arrives. How could she deny them that? How could she break the bond between them? How could she be so selfish to even think of leaving? She has to stay, Just to see those little smiles on those little faces. ©Anita W.
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I saw how you used to stare at him, How you used to smile at him, Saw how you allured him to your bed, How you saw him secede his own, Throw them out the street for you to sit on the throne, Saw how you squeezed every coin from his pocket and accounts, How you threw him out when he could yield no more, I saw you! I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at him, Walking before him ******** dressed, shaking what you think you have, Giving him your best slutty smiles, I’ve seen you! I won’t stand here and watch! No! Not anymore! This one is mine, My one and only, My beloved and the father of my children, I will protect him with my very life, I will not stand and watch you annihilate us, The way you did others, I will stop you and tear you down, Oh you home wrecker! ©Anita W.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
HOME WRECKER
One look in your eyes and I get lost in your gaze, I see heaven in your eyes, I swim in the ocean of love there in, A single embrace and I feel like I have known those arms forever, And I should leave never, One kiss and you blow my mind away. How can I think straight when you are around me? I’m drunk in your love I can’t deny it, You stand for everything I love and believe in, You actually are all that I believe in. You love me just as I am, Not once have you asked me to change, You care for me as you would an infant, You always look after me, That I love about you. You are heaven sent, I thank God for sending you my way, How can I live without you by my side? I wonder how I would have been if I had not met you. I promise to love you forever, I promise to leave you never, I promise to grow old beside you, I promise to pick you up when you fall, To be strong for you when you are weak, I will cherish your love to eternity. ©Anita W
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
LOVE STUPOR