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  Dec 2015 Sierra Brown
Joshua Haines
To the sea we must go
To be free we must fly
To live we must learn
To love we must die

I've dreamt of an angel
An angel like you
Of love and life
And total gratitude

I've seen pure gold
Bleed from your mouth
Speaking words of love
Into my soul

You are the beating in my heart
You are the luxury of my life
You are the keeper of my soul
You are the only one I wanna grow old with. For you are the holy ground I float upon. Take my hand and walk with me through love, life and the struggles we will face and will overcome. Because once it's us together, we can face any storm and bare any weather. I am forever in your grasp, holding time at a stand still untill our love and dreams are fulfilled.
A love to endlessly long for.
  Dec 2015 Sierra Brown
Sophie Herzing
We killed the lights and found
the way to each other’s lips like magnets
who had been denied their center of gravity
for awhile. You stripped me down,
measured my sweet spots out in sugar spoons,
and savored me like a treat you hadn’t had
since you were a kid, all the nostalgia
landing on your tongue as you molded me
with your hands. My ribs pushed back then pulled
again, like bread, underneath the covers.
You whispered my name like a song
you can’t let yourself forget the words to.
I followed the map of your neck with my kisses,
retracing my steps as we danced in my bed
to the familiar sound of a tiny fan
and the TV turned down low, the light
making shadows on your cheeks as the screen
changed, my eyes dodging them just to capture
a clearer image of the face I dreamed
and dreamed of again. You know my body

like a monologue, writing me all the way through,
smiling at your favorite parts, and every time
I fall into this routine I hope that maybe
this ending is different, maybe you’ve decided
to rewrite the last page. Maybe I won’t have to look back
at our sour memories, maybe this time
we will leave the bookmark in the same spot
and kiss each other through all those times we said
it had been too long.
  Dec 2015 Sierra Brown
TreadingWater
spent; spinning for a poet
& a writer before
how each left.me.hungry
and stuck to-the-floor

because words are what matter
i'd climb inside...if i could
their minds spin that magic
i know better;.... i should

no knack to trade words
with anyone new
it's the writers and poets
who help hear the hues

ah,.. their loving is trag//ic
.... and beautuful, too
cause you can't help, but to hold them
and they.can't.help.wanting it, too...

the minute they let you
into their hearts
you find it's a chamber
with tangled-up parts

and they will love you with all
they've got -to- spare
but there is always some haunting
of ghosts ^hang^ing^ there

they'll hold you so close
while,..they hold you at bay
and they'll crush\you\with\silence
when they've no.thing to. say.

cause they haven't quite left you
but it's headed that way
you're the next empty spector
in their collection today.....

while they're penning you in
they'll leave your heart drained
& alone in your worry
about alloftheir__pain

yet,...i've done it before
and...i'll do it again
....Words/My/Achilles
like Whiskey.and.Gin
Dr.Seuss for grown ups
The idea of **** .
****.
One letter away from something beautiful
privacy
who is willing to capture the idea of ****
the beauty  of ones body
being grasped with someones eyes
licking their lips
need
the only emotion comprehended
from all of this
and only because of sexiness.
The want
The emotion
The feeling
How its craved
each breath sending a shock
deep
The rush
The chill
quietly watching
oh how the mind runs free
how ****.
being silly
  Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
NeroameeAlucard
I was in trouble
And oh boy did I know it
I came home drunk last night
the hangover showed it

As I crawled out of bed, headache splitting my eyes
I saw my wife with that "I love you but I'm going to **** you" vibe,
but she held it in and on her face a look of concern was her guise

I hurled for about an hour
then my stomach settled down
I looked for my wife
but she was nowhere to be found
I drank some water, and soon after hit the floor
before I slipped into unconsciousness
I saw my wife come through the door

I woke up, and took in my surroundings
I was in a dark , medium sized room
caged in, and the floor was concrete..
And in walked my wife, with a crop and a corset on that hourglass body, she looked ready for a pounding

I wondered.. what the hell was going on?
how did she know I wanted to try this...
when did I let it on?
She walked into the room, I was tied to the bed,
but before whacking me, she surveyed me instead
She walked slowly around me
My eyes drinking in her features,
She whacked me in my chest and said
Look here boy, I'm going to tease you

She slid the corset down, showing one ****** off,
I was now hard where I once was soft
She licked herself slowly
Me getting aroused all the more
I knew my wife was the experimental type
but even she didn't know what was in store

She slid those ******* down
My God she was so wet
She slid her finger inside and said
"Nope, you can't have this yet"
I shook with anticipation. Pleading with her through my eyes
She remained adamant and continued weaving an arousing web, all truth here, I can't tell any lies.

She slid my pants off my legs
And threw them to the floor
She got on top of me and yelled
today you're my personal manwhore!
with that I found myself inside,
bouncing on my cxck
I had never seen her this aggressive
it came off as quite a shock

After an hour and hundreds of welts later
it Appeared she was done with me
that's when she layed next to me and whispered

"Happy Anniversary"!
Hmmm ;) one hell of a gift!
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