The Space Between You and I

What can I say, I’m really feeling you but
The mood was sort of somber an I thought a back massage would do the trick
As you sexually suggested I play with your ****
I began to get aroused when your fingers tickled the ****
The sensual breeze of your breath on my thigh gave me this
****** high and the need the desire for you quickened
******* shift and this thing was stiff

The Space between you and me

Come closer not afraid im ready, my back against the wall
Legs around your waist your trust is deep and protected as you ****** those hips and kiss these lips
I **** on your neck hard is your body pressed firmly against mine
I brace my self for the motion
You speak softly (hold on) warm is this that runs down my leg as I begged for it
*** moans and words and beads of sweat filled my room with heaven
I was glad that the space between you and I
Got closer…..

Men give less value to a Promiscuous or immoral woman, and sometime she’s a victim not the circumstance, why do men hold less value to the hurt that is caused because they heard you get around or you trusted them with your secrets?

Some choose to pursue a faithless, unworthy, or idolatrous desire only to find out this person  this ***** does have a heart and *** is not meaningless ,to scurry around and bounce from bed to bed giving disregard to the countless broken hearts laid by a path of deceitful pleasure should you be so lucky??
Who gives a **** about a ***** or ***** or *******, they’ll get over it, there used to it, does it not come with the job or there easy! Not always true even a ***** needs love or the ******* needs genuine affection.
Why do you not care enough to hold them and or ease their pain if their hurting as well ,defined love and what’s valuable to you ….I don’t care about her I hurt my family but you cared enough to slip your **** up in her …and or have it ****** !
****** have feelings too!
You took your time and played out the situation, found a vulnerable place to lay you head even enjoyed getting in between this *****'s legs ,now you’re feeling some sort of way and she has to go because after all she’s a ***** and the pleasure was mutual, she was your refuge an open ear in your time of need ..But she still a *****!
WHY bother??
written by Monica Chrisandtras Hines

Betrayal

The knife is within inches of my heart as I stand holding it together, tremendously falling apart. I stare at a face promising never to tell me lies, as I smell the scent of another on your clothes and discover passionate scratches on skin, Thursday seems to be a really special day because you turn your phone off and decline to comment.
Magnificent liar you’ve inspired such random desires of us and I fall in love all over again
But I’m entrapped in a web of lies and soon the veil of betrayal covers me.
Lured with seductive intellect I’m a victim of doubt, He would not do this to me he loves me and wants me and never gets tired of his desires for me, but was this betrayal of my own accord?
Trusting you with my flaws, baring in front of you insecure confidence I allowed you to devour every inch of my scar riddled body, as I reluctantly released the key to this wounded heart once again I face betrayal.
Love seems to come with a clause and I neglected to read the fine print see I dove head first for this ****. The reality of love I can’t completely explain, and the pain of betrayal lingers like the smell of cheap perfume.
I carve love across my chest large enough for you to see the letters bleed a crimson reminder of Betrayal I loved you!
11:39 pm Thursday

Hours past and I’m sitting on the edge of destruction
  Avoiding endless distractions, pacing the floor till my feet hurt the souring
  Devotion of love diminishes every second I look at my phone, wondering if you’re alright.
Calm covers a face of disappointment, once again im left to play a game of hide and seek
  Where will I find my love? See love has not shown its face in a long time, ******* up playing games
  With my mind, I decide to confront love and ask that dreaded question “'do you love me”
   Realistic expectations of unconditional love has the last laugh, for comfort and deep emotions
   Reign deceitfully out of loves mouth!

My lipstick

My lipstick a deep shade of burgundy
Traced outline of my imprint on the inner most part of your thigh
Excites me!
Thoughts leave me lingering rolling around in your bed
Kisses like foot prints of a path to your navel
My lipstick compliments your skin tone
He grabs the delicate
Splendor the curvature
Which is ***?
Mounted upon strength
Switching places a dispiteous
Gaze of disambiguation and a subtle smile
Might be here for awhile
My lipstick
Smeared along your neck deep crimson
Leaves intricate detail of mouth on
Caramel colored skin. Sweet like a work of art
My lipstick traced outline on the inner most part
Of your thigh.


Written by MONICA CHRISANDTRAS HINES

*****

Men sometimes put no value to *** and the sacred decision a woman might hold dear for the reason to
Submit options of letting you indulge in her essences. See some have had men all over the world and there is one thing for
Sure that ***** has a name never a face, Mumu , myse ,kisse, pepita, catellus, passera, mita it  all mean
The same thing *****, *****, *****. And the truth of the matter is your sometimes not remembered or
Even thought about once you give the ***** up!
So guard and respect your ***** and you’ll be wiser for not giving it up, I thought of all the times I
Gave up my ***** and grieving the next day he was gone, nothing but a memory of the ****** he either didn’t
Or did put on! I have disrespected my body for a moment of pleasure far too valuable to get rid of, and
The 15 minutes or less or if I’m lucky an hour of pleasure soon will be forgotten as he’s on to the next one
Or back with his main love or the one whose holding out, but she worth waiting for.
***** is abuse sometimes tainted with the smell of ***** left inside you with your naïve ***, I’m not going
Anywhere imma be here for you, trust me so the ***** stinks reeks of disappointment!
As they get dressed to leave a delicate kiss on the forehead and a polite thanks for the *****!
Don’t be this chick (hold out on giving up the *****, be known for your worth)
You’re so much more than *** or *****! I now know my worth!

Written by Monica Chrisandtras Hines 9/16/2014