Angie: Favorites

Jul 2010 Angie

eileen mcgreevy

I long for day time to close her eyes,
So lessons can begin,
When closing doors and curtains means it's time to take you in,
My teacher, master if you will,
My guide to all things sultry,
My lover shows me such good things,
This feels like it's adultery.
You make me sit upon a bed,
Awash with lilac pettles,
You kiss my eyes, i feel your breath on me,
It helps me settle,
My clothes slide off, as if by magic,
All soft and gently so,
Your finger tips caress my body,
Sensuous and slow,
My ******* harden to your mouth,
My breath is short and shallow,
I take a lesson on felacio, and learn just how to swallow,
My education carries, i'm straddled,
And you release it,
My hips girate, and take you all,
I hardly can believe it,
Our climactic yells and groans confirm our satisfaction,
I shiver, moving gently now, you peak all my reactions,
Our love is sealed with oneness, here i am,
I'm wrapped around you,
My night school teacher loves me,
Night and day, thank god i've found you

(c) eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com 2010

Jul 2010 Angie

I Have Dreams

Jul 2010 Angie

Neva Flores Varga Smith

I Have Dreams

I am so tired, she said, tired of all the wishing and hoping
Tired of staring at walls that don’t talk back
I have dreams, she said, I would like to see come true
I can tell you about them, as a matter of fact

I live in a world of a reality I have created all on my own
She said, with a bittersweet smile
Existing on a plane that few understand or find interesting
I have been here all alone, for quite awhile

There are many different types of people in my world
Who come and go at a glance
Some of them barely reach out and touch my existence
Because I don’t really give them a chance

I find myself crying at the drop of a hat sometimes
I am not really sure why
Perhaps, because I long to paint a different world
When I look up into my sky

I dream of a peaceful life, not that of a fairytale
A life to share with a kindred soul
One who understands my need for space and time alone
Who will treasure me when I am old

I have dreams of living a normal life, like everyone else
But I am not really sure what that is
Is it possible that I am wishing and hoping for something
That may not even exist

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm

Jul 2010 Angie

it,s cold

Jul 2010 Angie

PK Wakefield

it,s cold

it,s cold. the feathersofearth. generous
soil. raw roar son. you were the first.
    i was and also.
i was the last. more acutely the chattering of teeth.
do sound a bit ok. but i don't loveit;

what a lovely box. piney naught. smooth wood supple rectangle.
she will rest. it,s the sound of jets. cut the timid ministers voice.

     i      did         know                you. yet not;

still, for thee, a tear. i do shed. go to the quiet. maybe we,ll meet again

    some

Jul 2010 Angie

Rejuvenation

Jul 2010 Angie

Neva Flores Varga Smith

Rejuvenation

You can strikingly feel the magical migration of ions
Controlling the electricity you breathe
All the pleasant sensations of silken charges
Sharing in your sweet ecstasy

A very slight whisper of the purest sensitivity
Skillfully washes into your pores
Releasing a smooth rhythm of tempting delight
Promising your senses so much more

You yield in response to the rhythm of the migration
Cherishing sweetly the spellbinding sound
Of each breath as accepted by your willing spirit
Infused with the taste of the whispers you have found

Is this just a fantastic illusion, unhinging your mind
This migration you now find you embrace
You ask your spirit in a fit of rising rebellion
With a satisfied smile on your face

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm

Jul 2010 Angie

Against the Grain

Jul 2010 Angie

Neva Flores Varga Smith

Against the Grain

The strings were pulled of a bitter signal
Erratically hateful in their draw
Commencing the judgment of her mental state
As a bloodthirsty crowd looked on in awe

All her pleading notations were met with objection
By all their unfeeling eyes
Who merely wished to bear witness to the surrender
Of sanity and to see its quiet demise

Suddenly without warning an onrush of light
Blinded the probing eyes of the crowd
A curve of great decision was suspended in space
As they began to read her crimes aloud

Guilty as charged a voice rang out from the light
For moving against the grain
For not following behind the shadow of others
She is guilty, she must be insane

Completely unnatural, no control of her faculties
She cannot possibly be competent, the voice loudly rang
Daring to be optimistic in the face of grievous pain
She holds no resentment, she must be insane

Her sentence was pronounced for the entire crowd to hear
Claiming her incompetent and unfit
All the eyes in the crowd remain blinded by the light
Yet she doesn’t mind at all as she smiles and sits

She smiles into the faces of the blinded crowd
Knowing she has not changed a bit
****** she may be to the unfeeling eyes of the blind
However, they can never take her own happiness

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
www.stumbleupon.com/stumbler/Changefulstorm

Jul 2010 Angie

Thoughts of Life

Jul 2010 Angie

Alexa Sz

Thoughts of Life

Through my maze of complex thoughts
I have thought about life
as simple
or complicated it may seem

Many have their strong opinions
I don't mind listening
as long as your heart is really
were it's suppose to be

I don't mind remembering
what you have
to say

I don't mind holding on
what was hard
to let go

so maybe you might think
with me

Maybe you might
just might walk with me
through my maze
of thoughts

Walk with me
through thoughts of life
and consider
just for a moment
what its like

and I don't mind considering
along with you

oh I don't mind falling
into your thoughts

as long as I can see
the thoughts myself.