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He says to me,
"I want you",
and therefore i said to him
"But you don't need me, do you?"
He replies back,
"i need you yes"
Quote on his love for me.
Some time's my heart is made of stone
and some days blood drips down it like
a rose petal falls off it's stems in the
middle of a hot summer night.

I get days where i'm filled with
anger, jealousy and then
grieve myself
within until the morning
seems....
Just for once, why isn't it me?

Is there a curse, lying beneath the earth,
or is it just me living alone in a life
where everyone seems to be free.
Sometimes my heart turns to cold stone, when the core ignites, my night fills with a hurtful site.
I've been waiting for you, my entire life...
searching for a love that's true...
but now it's different, when I talk to you,
you seem not to care anymore, but i love you, love you ...love you and you better love me, love me, love me too...
Waiting for days as they pass by subtly wishing and hoping you'll want to see me again.
I lay here sad and depressed...missing you.
If I ran away, would you lose yourself? Would you feel guilt?
For taking my love for granted.
Nothing more to say,
I just love you.
Everyone see's the imperfectness of you, but that imperfectness makes me love you even more beyond what the stars can see.
for the karens of the street.
The karens of the world,
you ruin out the people's peace.
Your hair is frizzled like a you got electrocuted,
your feet smell like vinegar and your ******* smells like ****,
but wait, not the one at the bottom, yet the one at the top right in front of your lips, that's right it's your mouth and all i ever see from it is the garbage that comes out.
So please kindly would you do,
shut your ******* trap,
everyone will be happier when you're out
with a clap!
Hurray, hurray,
the karens are out,
But wait, here they are coming back again,
to see what's in store for them once more.
Pitches and forks and all things that stork the time between
a karen and the normal people who just want to live free.
*******, *******
in a British accent.
We never thought in our lives that elders dying will be amongst our lives,
losing our loved ones is a heartache, but the virus you put out is a treacherous outbreak.
No compassion, sympathy or souls you have, because all Bill Gates has is a chip in hand.
The world was once sought to be a beautiful place, until a ****** was born out of place.
The corruption of this world isn't because of you or me, but the one who stands before us on the high chair of a governmental seat.
The serpents tongue slivers and shakes and the lies come out it's poisonous stake.
We need to come together as a whole, forget the fear because end is near, we must run with armed forces in our hands to the throne and temple at arms to cote and **** the snake with 7 heads, each and every one at once to destroy what' is coming to us.
Then hopefully we will survive, but we mustn't give up without a fight.    
How dare they force to vacc and chip us with their evil redemption of a cast pit plan, masking us to the point of a hypoxia death.
We the people need to make a stand, forget the rest and fight the Medusa head which lays amongst our earth.
We must banish, and forbid, to stretch away it's evil temptress of all for then once again we can live a life for all.
We need to fight this year and the next, never give up.
I want to keep a pair of your shoes;
(not just any pair of shoes)
But ones that you've walked in,
shoes that have ***** laces and have tumbled in dirt-
Because when I' am old and you shall not be here;
as I lay in my bed once again alone-Your shoes will
always be there-
to remind me of the journey's-
you walked in throughout your life and ours.
We are the soul, which is underneath the foot,
as we plant our bases at every stem-
By having your shoes;
they can be entwined with mine.
As a peace offering, that we've walked life together,
and those memories can go on rewind.
and i don't care how stinky they may be...
Last night we had a kiss,
and i hope it wasn't our final bliss.
Your lips are comforting, like a blanket wraps around a newborn.
Synched eyes melt from underneath your heartfelt ocean bay.
Hearts erupt like a volcano and you seem through my heart tubes as they tie knots together continuing to pump 100 beats per minute.
Pounding headaches and i can't do this, i'm ******* choking on my own heart right now
Sitting outside, i close my eyes to the sound of Tycho-Dive,
Middle of the night, stars wrapped around the night stormy sky,
Moon is finally asleep, and all is dark and quiet.
Deep breath, cool wind surpasses my warm skin on this cold summer stormy night.
Thinking deep thoughts about my life, these are the moments i feel free.
When no one is around, i can finally think calm to myself, and feel finally at ease.
Wish these calm moments can last forever.
They say night time is when our demons come out to play, but i feel so much comfort in this earthly darkness that my emotions escape me, they escape me because i can be me.
No one can stare at me
No one can talk to me
No one, just no one around to bother me
I want to feel free,
Just now as i do,
Have my heart set at bay,
to feel, think and breath this life we live.
Calm rain pellets dash above the porch roof.
Aroma of the heated pavement from the hot sun during the day.
Let me breath.
Let me be me.
The tears drip down my face with my running mascara scarring a salty pattern as i draw my tongue amongst my lips to taste the sadness in my heart.
When I think of life,
I see an empty canvas ready to be painted upon,
or open blank pages that are waiting to be written on.
A baby is born, their first words in a book say;
"where am I?"
"what is this world"
"this is so cool"
or some babies have an anxiety
"bring me back into mothers womb?"
"I' am scared, what is this?"
But as you say, they do not know how to speak our language, maybe not by tongue but in their little cubicle minds...they have a language we once understood then only time could tell....
When I think of life,
I see empty pages and canvases waiting to be spilled onto,
but some art dusty and rusty, gone through 0-100 and have no space left but to die and leave it to the rest, because all those pages have been fulfilled.
Life carries on, into the next barrier of a woman's womb...and that is truly where the first page starts, or the first speck of paint draws...into the ****** of a fruitful woman most babies will call their mother.
Life and death
The smell of fresh summer peaches fill the air,
a willow tree blows gently under a sunny abyss.
Silence fills the caterpillars cocoon and here I lay under the moon.
Hot night, soft breeze, smell of whiskey underneath the trees.
Crops are a grow'n' and the farmers fiddle sits on the hay.
Bonfires, beers and roasting fish on a smear rod snicket.
In the distance the scare crow stands tall and strong to protect the farmers land.
Animals squawk, hibernate and lock themselves in for a winter cold coming ahead.
Snowflakes fall, warm stew to be made by mom, morning comes, cup of chow time to relax with grandpa Jo.
Seasons pass and Spring is here at last,
muddy puddles, ***** feet, time to plant more growing seeds.
Life is beautiful, so is time, make it right and you shall find,
the touch, and warmth of every goodnight
Life's Seasons, Summer to Spring
It's not a phase,
Yes, it's a dream,
But one that came to my reality...
It's not just a dream,
yet a life style that I will always remember.
I would have apologized for calling you a little *****,
if you stopped acting like one.
After the argument...you still continue to be a little *****,
but sure, go ahead and turn the tables as if
it's all my fault because you're right and i' am wrong.
You're a little princess walking around with
your high horse and knight in shining armor.
But one thing you don't understand is that if you
didn't carry the possessions you have
then you'd be lost in this world
without a hand.
Little *****
Because you lie then cry for attention,
you seek the pity out of your petty
which has no significance
through the words you speak.
Nothing but a empty, shallow heartless heart that strives on each beat by the waves of your heartbeat.
I want to love you, be with you forever, but our love yet seems to be so distant.
I lay here on my bed, eating some snacks and feeling as if my world is falling to pieces, but there's something missing and that person is you.
Without you i have no motive to move, without your kiss i can't breath to live.
Where have you gone and where will you go when our hearts don't match in sync no more.
I'm restless and bored when you're not here.
Feels like your mind is an empty nutshell that shifts moods from day to night in a matter of split seconds.
You love me but you don't want to be with me and when you are with me you have to be in rage with your own depression when i try to help it's like i try but you can't hear me, you don't listen. Then i'm the one to blame.
I" am the one to blame.
Thank you for saying it's all about me,
that i truly don't understand when it's just all you that i bend my back over for.
You're blind and depressed but so am i when my heart is lonely without you.
I love you.
Breath of air, feels through strings of my hair,
dancing monkey, aren't you pretty?
The way you move your feet to the sound of the beat.
Let's play a game, a game called living while we
look at our pictures, when times were better, we were laughing and sharing a sweet lick of our favorite treat.
A sticky kiss is all we need to feel love again underneath the heat.
Surrender to me and let's laugh through the orchards chasing valleys and valleys amongst our horizon...a horizon of love and warmth.
Now we're left broken, but what mends pieces back together is the memories of of hearts...
Happiness, Memories, Warmth and sadness, Part fiction and part non fiction.
A glance at you is all I see when you are in front of me,
Take my warm hand and we will surrender our love as if it's our first kiss.
Trusting secrets, laughter and love, how bitter sweet this pleasure.
Pleasure for pain and pain for pleasure, we are all in the same boat of searching a love for loving another but another will love until your end comes near, but if it's eternity you won the game called love.
Searching Oceans and searching rivers to a never ending stream, love games play far and near and they say be careful with what you here but when it comes to love, be careful with what you see as for an eye to eye can be sinful pleasure of a dangerous lover.
Dangerous lovers, and people playing the love game.
Open palm of your hand,
the fruit of a ripened plum pressed cool against your skin.
Placing the young flesh against your lips, with a sweet perfume scent.
A lovely summer afternoon spent loving you.
Short and sweet
Oil and vinegar,
Sugar and spice,
Lust is ****** up,
and love is nice.
Lust can fool you,
to thinking you love,
or she/he loves you,
But be careful of the wolf
that will attack you.
Oil and vinegar,
Sugar and spice,
love is ****** up,
but also nice.
Keep that in mind, when you sing this song.
That love is not the game yet for the lust we play.
How it tricks us into being the fool of a lusters game.
The game of love, comes far and wide, but beware of what will **** you on the inside. Lust is the mantle of the party, keep your heart open and eyes open, for what may **** you is the beast within the cupid tail.
Something raw,
Something Passionate & A love so lively.
I need someone who will recognize the effort and hard work that I put in to loving them.

I've broken my back, spent my checks on food to make you a romantic dinner, and in turn you LIE and go FLY to another dimension, telling me you've fallen asleep.

I surely and truly do hope that's the answer,
because right now i' am questioning my faith towards my love for you.

How blind can I be?
Right...you're right, love makes people blind, but is that really the case when all we want to give and take is a love granted at the stake.

You know I love you,
I' have sacrificed so much out of my yearning days to be with you,
to help all of your depressing problems that you speak of.
I try every day, even when you're battling demons, to stay by your side and give up things i do throughout my day.

To make sure i'm home on time, to speak to you.
And in return you continue to LIE, LIE LIE.
Why, does no body love me?
and if you do, why?
when I question you, you get mad.

I just don't understand, am I a fool?
a fool for loving someone like you?
Please to God, give me the answers as for I cannot give oath to my own love letter.
There's something about the rumbling sound beneath our feet in the summers heat and the smell of exhaust covering our leather jackets and jeans.
I want to take my beauty and ride her from day until dawn.
I want to take her on adventures that we never seen before to make our ride as magical as it should seem.
When your with me, i feel free, because you're my stallion, my black beauty Queen.
The virago roars and runs beneath my ***, as my hair dances in the wind to the sound of my bikes heart beat matching to mine when adrenaline's meet.
She's loud, dark and fun.
So exciting, all the places that me and you can see.
Let's ride into the sunset, where our heaven meets and it's just me, you and my black beauty.
Me, and my motorcycle Black Beauty.
Cold damp skin,
Midnight clouds deepen within,
raindrops brew unto me as i whip out
a tasteless, tarry, smoky cigar.
Feeling the pain of nights rain,
Train horn rings through my veins and I pierce
my cold lips to the plastic casing of my fresh cigar to
continue keeping me feeling alive.

Opening tunes of musical melodies, bringing me a nostalgic time lapse of pain and pleasure.

Thinking of my life as it passes me by,
a bitter, strong taste of smoke hits my tongue, but i blow out the tar filled air out through my warm mouth.
It continues to rain, when i always feel the pain.

Living life as a misfit, unwanted, unloved and always forgotten.
As my dart vanishes into the air, i look through the dark park across the street and remember last nights nostalgic memories of us dancing together to someone else's house party while the live band plays symphonies and rings unending beats into my hair.
Oil and vinegar,
Sugar and spice;
everything looks nice.
Your wit and charm,
sends long walks of
harmony into a world
of a never ending
façade.
Put's on his best smile,
but he will always be
a broken man.
Stay's at home,
I try my best to
console him and he
Put's his head high,
and thinks no one will
notice.
On the way, he imagines
reactions, that someday
he will have a perfect world,
made the way he wants it.
Making plans for Mikey,
to make sure he's a happy man.
Moments like these,
When you're at peace,
No one else to see,
and our hearts are finally free,
When I lay on my bed listening to my cats purr, while petting his fur...

Moments like these,
When i hear the tune of a sweet melody ringing in my ears,
No one else to hear,
and i feel calm for once...

Moments like these,
When i lay in a dark room filled with silence,
No one else to see,
and a sound of a soft rain pellet crashing against the window.

Moments like these,
I cherish the time you see,
and when i feel good to be alone,
it's because i'm finally at peace.
Moments like these make me happy.
Moon is up, stars are out, lighting up the night sky...
i see your face through the window trace and i want it too,
oh you see, it is me and you, whenever you're in doubt i'll always be there to catch you when you fall, so tell me now, tell me then, i will always be with you till the end, sing me a song about how long our loves gonna last.

Moon is up, and sun is down, never again will you be without,
every night it's dark outside, when i'm lonely i always count our memories through the stars, that you will see me and I will see you again.
cause whenever you're in doubt i'll always be there to catch you,
there to be with you and hold you, oh.
Times of change and we fall out of place,
but the only thing that will ever remain,
is the love in my heart,
love in my heart
for you....
always.
A song I made.
Moonlight Desire, i long to touch your face.
Moonlight Desire, you throw me into place.
When i see your night light of delight i dream of magical places,
places iv'e never been or seen before.
Moonlight, you shine so bright comforting my night, i long to caress you and soak in my Desire.
Moon, i Desire you.
I want to feel you
I want to see you
I want to be you,
my Moon light desire,
i' am your 69 moon child, the pact we have together brings the connection forth to higher dimensions of the galaxies.
Moonlight Desire, you make me whole
Moonlight Desire.
I Love You.
Poetry is for the lost and the broken,
People like me and you, who come here to feel our emotion.
Poetry is for those who want to express our desire for the world in our hands...yet in a subtle way where someone can understand.
We think and write to publish for the world to hear, but are they truly listening?
Make a song, people will listen for the upbeat it brings,
Music & Poetry get along,
Because they are both ******* to our human souls,
Something we never seen or heard before, meant from the heart and expressed with passion.
We dance to the sounds of our emotion
We cry to the feeling of your emotion,
but when its over, we hang it on repeat, so we can continue to feel that emotion someone else makes us feel. How so much more relatable can it be,
that someone ordinary like you and me, can feel the exact same way?
We read each other's poetry and finally can feel through a strangers heart that we have never met before, because music & poetry truly get along.
Sweet symphonies of our heart waves connecting through a distance touched bring fourth an illusion love.
How we can all come together with our emotion through song and poetry.
My Duma was a cat, just an ordinary cat to others but to me he was my best friend, and my heart.
My Duma had a soft orange coat like the cheeto's mascot on the chip bag.
My Duma had blue/green eyes and a loving face always there when you needed him around.
My Duma was friendly and loving but one day he had a leg infection.
When My Duma had a leg infection, the vet's couldn't do anything to help him with it unless i had thousands of dollars, even though i said i'd pay bits by bits in time just to help save this little creatures life.
I tried everything for My Duma, to save him and keep his little leg protected.
But these vet's didn't care, they don't care about animals they just care about money.
I had to put my Duma down, give him away, i don't know if he's still alive but i will always love My Duma.
Even though it has been abot 10 years since My Duma is gone, i still feel pain inside and saddened.
He only lived for 2 years but left a spot in my heart where he will always stay.
Funny and naive My Duma was, always wanted to play and cuddle.
I love you My Duma, i wish you could come back.
Even certain songs remind me of you when you left i had them playing.
I'll never forget my baby Duma.
Thank you, thank you to the vet's who killed a living creature who was happy and bright.
I felt his warm spindle enter my kindling lit fire…
Everything for a moment, turned from ice cold stone
Into a world known that was once untold.
You held me from behind as we entwined our fingertips...
Knowing that it was the heat of the moment...just like
The songs we hear on a summer night radio.
Moments went by, you looked me in the eyes
and you kissed me when it's dangerous...
As you took your last satisfaction breathes,
The moment was true and you knew it too,
Because i love you and you love me….
That’s why it’s another new memory.
you're my soulmate, the perfect match;
forever we will light the patch.
Hot summers sun on my long hair,
skin tans and cold drinks with the smell of fresh fire wood burning under the moonlight stars.
Warm kisses, and soft hands touching, time when we feel free out of hibernation.
Sound of the rumble in the smokey air, my boyfriend's here and we go for a ride down the summer roads on my black motorcycle.
These are the summer's i will remember, that become nostalgic.
Longing to feel your skin against mine under the summer heat, we sweat, breathe and kiss more to the sound of our own heartbeats.
Laughing, talking and making memories together, we unite as one when the journey continues with us together. 2 people and 1 soul. I can feel yours. Can you feel mine?
Adult ABC
A is for *******
B is for *****
C is for **** hole
D is for ****
E is for everything that you are
and
F is for *******
G is for Gory holes
H is for hemerroid
I is for invulents
J is for *******
K fly a kite
L is a loser
M is for moist
N is for nuts
O is obscured in your
P *****
Q is for *****
R is for the Reassurance that you need
S is for ****
T is for ****
U is for Underwear
and
V is for ******
W is for wort and
X is for ***
Y now You know your life is full of
Z zest
The sound of an oceans breeze upon the shore,
the subline of every hearts broken sore.
Tears drip down my eyes,
and I see the way you move your lies.

the lick of sweet sweat slips down every curve of your collar bone,
tasting every inch and it fills my mouth,
with a salty embrace.
-Ocean Tears-
Not al poems are about me, but these are short forms of my little stories.
Thank you.
-Ocean Tears-
I lay my head down to the warmth of your naked chest,
The bedroom filled with moonlit twinkles,
My eyes begin to blink and fade into the nights parade,
One touch i feel, so gentle and surreal, a moment of harmony when you place the palm of your hand across my smooth cheeks and use your antagonising eyes to stare into me, trying to see the dreams and thoughts in my mind.
I wake up to your touch, and see your smile...how warm we are through this night filled with love and melodic sounds of music from the crickets outside singing aloud the window under our universe filled with stars.
Sleeping with you helps me feel calm.
You pour into me like a *** of hot water simmering into the abyss of a lover's chamber where there is no where else for me to run yet into the arms of a man who has nothing to give, and always tends to fall.

Why do I love the broken?
Why do I love the untamed and depressed version of you?
Because I remember what it's like, to chase a shadow and never stop running until destined to be out of breath.

The deer in the distance see's you and you know that it's true...
because every soul of a witches truth casts a spell on you.
You're thick like molasses and lookin like something that came out of empty ashes.
Stress is when you feel your heart skip a beat,
the blood pumping through our veins and then our lungs start to squeeze sharply onto our rib cage, gasping....gasping for a breath and then we feel worse and everything we see turns grey and into anger, because the chemicals in our brain are feeding us drought.
Anxiety begins to fall in and i'm in panic mode.
Can't breath,
Can't think,
Hands grasping my hair tightly,
Headache pours in and then sometimes
the rain drops down like a wrecked felony and heart palpitations slowly ease after the clouds start to seize.
Time for a nap, sleep and retract our thoughts as they slowly drift away into a two time dimension.
Feeling lots of stress and anxiety lately.
I need that perfect kiss, the one you can't miss.
When you arrive, the first may be the best,
but when you leave, we need to make the perfect kiss.
For the rest of the night, when you're no longer in sight,
all we can feel and see, is the vision of our last kiss.
Hoping there will be more and this isn't our last, but it is the last until our first kiss comes again.
Because every day, when I' am with you, that first kiss, is a reminder that you're back to stay a while, until it becomes once again our last.
So lather me in your luscious love, with a sensation of wonderful vibrations.
We all keep trying for that perfect kiss, but will too never be perfect because a kiss never lasts when it becomes the last.
Love until you can't no more, keep it in your heart for forever and ever because love is what we need to keep ourselves free.
A romance about first and last kisses, wanting to have the perfect smush.
Your kiss is poison.
When your hands touch my body, it's an addictive substance that summons my soul for more.
When you're angry and not around, i yearn for the existence of love and your touch.
Your soul completes mine in company and without.
Your smile is my destiny, so happy and bright but when you cry i take my right thumb and swipe away those tears you been hiding from all the demons inside.
You are my poison addictive and sweet, like a piece of chocolate which melted in my mouth right at the touch of love and happiness.
You can call me ******, that's ok, I'll still believe that word today.
Tell me you hate me, that's okay, because now I know your true feel.
I'm nothing but a crazy *****, but you're the little *****...and that's still okay, at least I'm not a snitch.
Call for backup, but no one came, now who's the one to blame.
Hahaha, laugh in your face, now do you still really want to play this game?
Petty people are little ******* and sometimes even snitches.
I dip my index finger into a cold butterscotch pudding,
closing my eyes as i bring it to my warm lips and a burst of surprising flavors enter onto my taste buds.
Sweet, Caramel oh so creamy....this is why i love my pudding.
I love pudding.
June is here and summers near, skies are blue while here i am looking up to you.
Can you see me, can you hear me saying, how much i love you but your words keep playing silly songs on the radio.
Lavish me in your soft silk fabrics.
Gently brush your fingers against my long wavy hair.
Allow me to close my eyes in the middle of this darkness, while you gently blindfold my sight to unleash the dreams you want me to see.
Cuff my hands to the sides of your bed, and tickle me with your warm candle lit wax as it trickles slowly down my *******.
Whisper to me that i'm your only one, for as submissive i can be to your fair touch.
Send me your warm breath down onto my neck, while you whisper sweet uttering words and nibble on my ear.
Make my skin raise to bumps so that when you first entwine your ****** our souls know that we are always one.
Be my master, or my dom, you are the one to unleash the beast of this wild adventure we call love.
Without you there is no me, and without me there is no you.
Take your leather strap and whip me at last, for the pain is pleasure and to you pleasure is the pain that this raw sanity keeps me tame.
**** Poetry.
Some days I see myself outbound like an 80's movie...
living life day by day, wondering what lays ahead of the play.
I love life, because of the good and bad, but off course, bad things can't cut it, but we have to get what's bad to get the greater things in life.

No, no silly, i' am not talking about politics, or the crap happening right now...but the adventures in our personal lives that we go through every single day.

Being with you tonight was like two fishes who swam together in lovers hearts, synchronized in nostalgia.
When we lock eyes, emotions spur into greatness.

You held my hand as we walked underneath the starry night, so quiet and dark, playing hide and seek around the truck parked in the front yard, and as i looked back at you, we swung a hug in each other's warm arms along with a never forgotten kiss.

Your kisses, one by one, are always cherished and never forgotten...also when you're leaving to go home, i take a photograph of your lips in my mind, how they feel pressed against mine.

As I walk underneath the pear tree nd lights flashing underneath from the garden below shining unto my minty laced robe of satin, catching your eyes once again on mine in a new pictured memoir.

I love nostalgia, who doesn't?
it helps you feel like you belong...
when no one else is there to help sing your song.

I have been a day dreamer since a youngling, and will always
continue to do so throughout my living days.
happiness comes through dreams,
and when you believe in those dreams
you can really see
your true
reality.
First glances are strong and ripe,
First touch is like a midnight musk against my skin,
Right leg goes over and i'm sitting on my black beauty Virago,
She's a warrior, fierce as fire and brings light into my darkness.
Everyone tells me "you're" dangerous but can't they see i enjoy the thrill of the rush between my legs as the rumble dream continues further unto highway 10.
Fresh crisp air, blue sunny sky, these are moments i'll remember when i'm older, true and genuine.
I love my motorcycle and always will,
no one can ever change the rumble dreams i have for my ride.
A lady and her motorcycle. I want to travel the world with you
Apon one stormy cold night,
the stars came out to stay,
as the moon lit up the sky and the sailors sailed away.
A storm began to brew, amongst the ocean waves,
but somehow it grew bigger and the death of one gave away.
It got cold and darker, as the night started to sway,
but a voice was heard from afar so gentle, calm and sweet.
Her voice was like magic, in the times of despair, please will you come and save me for as i'll die under there.
The voices came closer, and i seen her golden hair, shining like molasses through a stormy autumn night.
My boat seemed to swish and swash as i fell through a crack,
landing under the water freezing to my death..
a warm light came gleaming through a tunnel close by, she grabbed my arms and brought me back to the shore, i woke up the next morning and couldn't remember what' was spoken for.
Laying underneath the sun, dried up on the sand, who was that young lass, and where did i see her last?
I try to be sentimental,
but you keep driving me mental.
Times of change, throughout day to day, see me when
your back again. When you're gone, I see hazes of
a greyish dew, like there's something else that took
over you.
My mind raw and twisted,
The soft spell of my fingers touch the leather skinned whip as I expel it against your juicy little ***.
Moments like these are my favorite, when your with me.
He strapped my ankles, wrists and all, to demand a bitter strength ignited in his intentions.
Another spank from the whip, tingly, prickly but yet so swiftly.
Few bruises here and there...
but your little angel love's every last bit of your masculine touch.
Feather me up, through tickles and such,
take me by the hair, and pull me towards your lavishing warm chest, where the sweat trickles down the arches of your ribs.
Feeling you pulsate when your ***** is in me,
as I make you c*m....a little closer to another specious night filled with adventure.
Feelngs of pain and pleasure.
Flashing lights,
Chocolate delights,
crack a can, sip through it,
blast some music,
sounds like a party?
A party for one...
sorry Shania Twain,
ain't no party for two tonight...
this gal goin solo...
Partying myself, depressed, bored, ugh
What a wonderful site to see!
A chilly summer night, took a gaze up into the dark starry sky and there it was, something flashed upon my eyes...could it be?
It was a shooting star!
With so much emotion i closed my eyes tight, words trembling in my mouth as i try to gasp a breath, trying to remember the wishing words before making the wish.
I hope the wish comes true,
and if it does then we know magic is not just a dream but something rich to enter our rare eye siting seems.
I seen a shooting star for the first time tonight!
Silence is still...
A Rose thorn ****** into the darkness of the night.
Ghosts and ghouls wander a yard of thee,
ones who sheltered by the tree, 6ft yonder.
A veil blows as the river flows,
lost bride who can't find her ride.
Chills of the midnight light ***** down
unto your spine and you begin to run,
but their following you, chasing you-
and they won't give up until you're out of luck.
Angels fall and lose their wings to grow again and recover
their ancient beings of heaven's dream.
Silence is still,
Morning comes to greet you,
and all the spirits of the night find a place to rest,
until the next time, they may deplete you.
NOTE: The day time is beautiful, but the night is when magic happens and all things truly come to life. All the memories, spirits, time lapses of horror and pride, come to haunt you or love you. It's up to you to decide your fate.
Sing the song we sing,
Live the love we love,
turn your heart away,
to climb the highest mountain.
Find your soul and hope to God its not gonna rain,
live a time, where memories collapse you.
But time will tell the moments we make, it's going to be okay...
but here's the thing, We talk to ourselves in a mannered tone, but underneath the spell of a clicked phone, we know, we hear it, your words spit out your mouth like it's a fever, sing the song, you know it's in your heart, live the love you love to be.
Sleep is a wonderful place.
Sleep takes us to escape on a dreams never ending journey.
Rejuvenates your energy, to a positive start.
Wake up and breath then go to sleep and grieve, cry, meditate, smile, blush or however your day made you feel.
Go to bed with the feeling life gave you, for as it makes you who you are the next day, even if it's negative, give yourself a fresh new start.
They say insomniacs never sleep, but they have to sleep at some point in time.
Sleep is a wonderful place, to be in your warm bed under the blankets.
Cotton,
Feathers,
Go green fabrics.
Sleep is wonderful, I recommend you try it.
Clouds and blue skies, counting sheep jump over the fences, moon and stars, happy feelings, oh darling, don't be afraid of the dark, I promise, it'll take you somewhere special. Dandelions, sunflowers or fields to valleys filled with bright green grass and light with love. Put on your pajamas, sleep naked.
Do what works for you, to make your dream work. To sleep wonderful.
It's your moment to think, reflect on your day. But what will happen the next we won know until we sleep wonderful.
Credits to;
Gourav R Dwivedi, for recommending the title of this poet.
Thank you all for reading.
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