Poetic Artiste

Poetic Artiste Aug 2016

I love the way you spread your legs for me,
just enough for me to slip inside,
Your beauty is indescribable,
from your small, perky, *******,
to your smooth, voluptuous thighs,
Succulent *******,
juicy lips,
I can't help myself from holding onto your neck,
this choker does things to me I can't explain,
I want to please you,
—hurt you,
why is it that I wish to cause you pleasurable pain?
You don't understand what you do to me...
I can taste you for hours,
Suffocating between your legs,
drowning in your juices,
and I'll never be satisfied.
I crave you,
Your scent,
your touch,
your body,
your lips,
your love.
I want to bask in your ambiance,
As my fingers roam each crevice of your immaculate canvas,
and we collapse into each others arms,
—your gaze locked with mine,
hearing your hushed voice speak,
of how you want this love to last —lifetimes.

All I want is you.

Poetic Artiste Jul 2016

To be....loved.

I never thought I'd say this,
that I'm unsure of what it means to be loved,
or to love another.
I remember the love I've had for past loves,
Nervousness,
Uncontrollable blushing,
Butterflies in my stomach,
Connections that never felt like they could be broken,
The glances I couldn't break,
because I'd be captivated by the beauty of loving them,
then each of those loves ended,
and I'd been forced to leave them in the past,
finding new loves,
new meaning,
new connections,
that don't feel the same.
Now I question the meaning of love,
What does it mean to be in love?
What does it mean to be loved?
What does it mean to love another?
Am I in love?
Am I capable of being in love?
--or am I here existing?
Breathing in this love,
Only because this love feels safe?
I've confused myself on my own beliefs,
when the pure-hearted,
Non-bitter,
Young me,
always believed,
True love never fades away....
So tell me please...
What does it mean...
To be....loved?
To...love?
For you to be in love with me?
I've lost the meaning of this word,
I only hope to some day be shown that someone in this world,
will love me, for me.

I remember when I wanted a tattoo across my collarbone with those 5 words. T.L.N.F.A....but I'm glad I didn't because I don't know if I even believe this myself....If I can't/don't love myself how can I expect anyone to ever love me for me?....What a thing....to see how the tables have turned.

#love #truth #confused #lust #lost #safety #fears #bonds #connections #mistaken

Poetic Artiste Jul 2016

Six Word Story

Ecstasy spoke, with murmurs in moans.

Begged endlessly, “Spare change?” –received pennies.

Fearful pain... [Swallow]...suicide [End scene].

3 submitted 6 word stories for UMASS Boston. I didn't win but I enjoyed picking my brain on how to create vivid imagery with the use of 6 words.

#word #story #six

Poetic Artiste Jul 2016

Temporary Love

It swept me up like a tornado,
and after time I fell
into its warm, dangerous cocoon,
I thought I'd never live to tell,
but then it all ruptured,
and I again was left exposed.
I thought this storm cleared paths for me,
and I'd find a place to call home,
but I had been mistaken,
this storm had been a disguise,
the tornado that swept me off my feet,
and made me feel alive,
has now been the reason I've since never stopped crying.

When you write...and write...and wonder if it makes sense. No edits. Freewrite. I wonder what you think...

#freewrite

Poetic Artiste Jul 2016

Too Much..... [Haiku]

A wise soul told me,
We do too much for others,
-not enough for us.

#life #haiku #giving #575 #selfless #receiving

Poetic Artiste Jun 2016

313

You make me feel all the seasons,
At times I don’t know what to expect,
If you’ll be Fall, and give me peace,
Or Winter, when I’m cold, --you’ll keep my warm,
Summers heat,
Beaches, --walks,
Picnics together in the park,
I want it all with you.
Will I be your Spring?
So I can give you butterflies?
I only hope to make you equally as happy,
And fulfill your wants and needs,
It feels like I have spent an eternity waiting for you,
But since we’ve met, I know you are the only one for me.
I’ve never been happier or felt more blessed.
It is as though I’ve known you all my life.
I love that I make you nervous,
And that I give you butterflies,
But nothing compares to how you make me feel,
With you,
I've never felt more alive.

Poetic Artiste Jun 2016

I Waited For You

I feel myself...
taking steps towards love...
I no longer believed existed...