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kimberly-thomas
American
My heart is a WORD document in the WINDOWS of life!
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Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC
Windows
I am a beautiful bird my feathers are tinted purple and pink proud, unsoiled and unique its what distinguishes me from the others here I brood on my perch in this crowded cage the others compete to be heard the cage is permeated by noise, an intolerable noise and there is no peace daily, I sit on this perch longing to hear the calm silence of serenity no unbounded chatter no stirring about in the bottom of the cage just peace and serenity my voice, my  beautiful voice has been silenced no melodious notes or harmonious melodies, just silence I want to sing, I want to be free waiting for the day that my radiance will be released inside I hear the melodies, echoing repeatedly awaiting my revelation when my opportunity approaches I know why the caged bird sings- to be heard to be free I want to be free I want to be heard
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Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 11:50 AM UTC
The Cage
You touch my soul, my heart and my spirit. When I feel your hands on me I shiver No one has ever touched me like that. You hold me close I hold my breath I feel that you are ominpresent. Your smell, your prescence is more than I have ever experienced before. Your touch induces emotions actions that make me want to stay. A simple touch.
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Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 2:53 PM UTC
Touch
From your radiant long dreads to the soles of your feet you are a perfect specimen to me -and that's all that matters A creation from God, like no other blessed in wisdom, kindness and incredible manhood To be within your brace your strong, manly arms letting me know that you are the MAN. In a candlelit room we lays in each other's arms with every touch from you I shiver Kissing, hugging loving- you loving me, me loving you With every incredible stroke I feel your soul The soul of a man who understands how to please a woman, mind body and soul. And as I look into your beautiful brown eyes, I see YOU. The pools of love come, repeatedly like storms we've never experienced before Then like a thief in the night you love me and leave me taking my very being Until you return.
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Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 10:27 AM UTC
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