Some would go so far
As to blemish my name
Carrying simple words on their minds
Spoken as though hoped to affect
When words are little more than
Words

I sit atop a mountain of lust
Soaked in the need for those feelings
But even under these circumstances
I remain a somewhat semi-trepid individual
Look at me and I will often break eye contact
But advance and I will accept

I am not a chaste girl
Shy but certainly not unwilling
I am drawn to the beds and burrows
Admittedly immodest
For I love the way my body reacts
To being taken

One wink can excite me
One twitch of the lips
One little sensation is all I require
Now, would you consider me easy?
Mark me as you will

I love ****
;)

Under the spell
Of that heavenly taste
Welcome to hell
With an angels embrace

I will watch you
**Bleed

The words still ring with an ethereal hum
"I'm proud of the woman that you have become"

Home?

The wandering waters of unknowing
Have been forced ashore
By the tides of acceptance

And I am happy oblige
For too long have I drifted
Upon the endless non existence
Of emptiness

Home

The word seems unfamiliar to me
But with the foreignism
Comes arrows of hope
That pierce the stark pessimistic thoughts

HOME

I will sing this word from every angle of my world
Every misdirected pathway
Every crayon scribbled corner that I know

From the bottom of my gut
And the top of my heart
I can say
Home
And smile with the thought

I am forgiven
And I forgive

Forgetting comes later