I admire your canning ability to gain my full attention. I can sense your desire to ****** me by your hypmatizing glare, your come hither look is flattering, but I must warn you to be aware.
As some things in life may not be as they appear. For through your eyes my appearance is that of a pure lady with *** appeal , as my silken dress is pressed to fit every curve just right , with a slit running up it stopping mid thigh. Just enough room for an imagination to run wild. My top folded delicately enough you can see perfect cleavage, just enough of my tanned breast to leave you wanting more. Making my way through the crouded party to the balcony overlooking the beautiful ocean. Standing alone with my eyes closed listening as the waves crash in, I feel a presence behind me and your hot breath against my skin, the chill bumps run across me, I almost lost control, your body so tight against me I can feel the beats of your heart.
The sensation of Sparks begin to ignite as you gently run your finger up the slit of my dress, teasing my lace *******, pulling them to the side.  I could feel myself throbbing as my wetness surrounded your finger as you slid  it inside me. My knees growing week with every move you made. I leaned into you and whispered softly in your ear, I've given you fair warning things aren't always as they seem but you continue to toy with me you don't know what you are about to unleash.  With a quaint little smirk he added a finger his thumb up against my ****, you are bringing me to my explosion of pure ecstacy.
There was no holding back as I released my sweetness his hardness was like steel, you have released the freak in me as we make our way on the beach , ripping clothes off left and right I knelt down in front of him as he placed himself in my hot wet mouth my eyes piercing up at him as he pulled the back of my hair, I pushed him over as I mounted him  and gave him one hell of a ride.  As we finished both more than pleasured , still on top I look down and say  do you understand now my warning to you as you turned a **** lady into a complete freak in bed.

Dancing merely along,  my hair blowing in the warmth of the sun,  through the ever green meadow as the softness of grass tickle my bare toes .
This burning bliss of freedom caressing my body like the silken feathers of a swan. Dancing along no worries to hold me down. Closing my eyes , my senses aroused by the sweet scent of  luscious Jasmine in the air.  Nature has it's way of healing our souls, wind blowing the worries from my head, followed by the rain to wash them away, The sunshine comes to dry the rain as the moon awaits another day .

I loved a poem I read today, the next one not so well, eyes stuck as I kept on reading for hours, one told of love, as the other about hate, another spoke of suicide the next their life was great.
Writing is so powerful, it speaks about our life. Be it good or bad or sad or happy, writing sets you free, freedom to express freedom to speak without being interrupted, freedom to be real or to pretend, writing is simply expressing yourself of how you are or long to be .
© kimmied 1105

Trying to survive this life through the struggles and the pain is like climbing a mountain during a rock slide. With darkness down below.
Dodging and ducking,  can't look up, and won't look down .
One wrong step will send you plunging straight back to the ground.
Exhaustion overcomes your body as you prepare  to quit.
Just about the time you start to let go of the side of that mountain a harsh sense of reality of what waits below hits,
If you give up now and fall to your death, the devil will have defeated you, it is then you  surrender  your soul.
The fall will be at the least of your worries it's what waits for you at the landing,  the devil with his arms wide open waiting for your defeat, standing amongst his evil beings in his kingdom of souls now forgotten, i have heard it called The devil's playground. Filled with evil engulfed in flames of fire, The choice is yours to surrender your soul to the devil or Reach out for  God,  as He will help you climb, Standing at the top of that mountain with his arms open wide. Your faith has brought you to a safe haven as there's nowhere else I would rather be than in the arms of God,  these struggles will soon be over my child, as tomorrow will be a new day, hold strong to your faith and just as I've promised you ,  this too shall pass.

Thoughts roaring through my head, never stopping long enough to solve my own issues.
I watch as the remains of my sanity string through my fingertips with no chance to stop it.
I have been told all of my life, how I'm so strong , how they wish they could handle things like me , how do I do it , I'm the strongest woman they have ever seen.  And I ponder on these opinions and still wish one thing.
I wish I were standing there as they were standing here, just a glance through their eyes I would like to see, I would like to see through there eyes as they are looking at me . To be on the outside looking in would be a sight to see, maybe one day I'll see through my own eyes what their eyes see when they are looking at me.

Darkened days have fallen like dead branches from a tree.
Have we no ambition to brighten our life in this cruel world in which we reside,, yet we absorb all the negative energy and expect it not to be. A world of anger, depression, replacing happiness and love , we are creating self made anxiety.
We are all created as equal so the story tells, is it by our own choices that made the tainted evils of  this world a way of life to live, we stand in the dark as we criticize one another when we need to criticize ourself, just as we live in the dark and consume our heart with anger and expect it to change by itself . The sadness in life is going to be just as the happy times will too. For where there is good there will be evil, the way we choose to live this life we are given is totally up to me and you. Let the sun fill your heart as you are Blessed beyond belief, though you will never see it standing in the dark watching the dead branches fall from the tree.

Every second of every hour, my heart lays heavy as thoughts of you race through my mind,
Oh my son how I am missing you.
Hours turn into days, days into weeks, never a moment passes by, I try to chase a happy thought visioning  your beautiful smile,  it never lasts long enough and once again I cry,  Oh son I'm Missing You.
Hearing your voice on the phone is a blessing every time, I never let you know that when we speak your voice tells it all. I can read you like a book just by your tone. Some days I hear a young man grown up so much but other days I can hear your pain and sense your fear and I know how bad you wish you were home. Oh my son I'm Missing you .
Every Holliday is sad for me as I know it is for you. Sweet baby boy of mine, two years have passed, it seems like forever since I've seen you. If we can just hold on a little longer, this uphill battle we've been on is on the down hill side of over. My Sweet Boy God  only knows How Much Your Momma is Missing You..