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Some insecure women afraid to be seen without.
They must self secured with it on.
Without make up.
You're still beautiful to me.

Without eye shadow on.
You just as gorgeous to me.
Similar to that image within my dreams.

I admire you for you.
Believe this is no lie.
Just simply the truth.

Some so shocked when they see models looking simple.
Then wonder about their image.
When many are just doing their jobs.

Without makeup.
You're just one lovely woman.
Who I constantly want to love?

Without all the tools created for a woman to enhance themselves.
You just as wonderful without them just by being yourself.
There is a face in the mirror intently staring back at you
Attempting to recognize the one it views
You are spellbound for one quick moment, in such wonderment
As your eyes meet, and you both realize that it is you

Was it not just yesterday that you were young and naive
Without the wisdom you now hold in your eyes
Now a stranger is boldly looking back with an unflinching gaze
Brazenly daring you to try her on for size

You briefly pause in sheer amazement at these eyes you see
Beaming back at you with a strength unknown
You smile in appreciation and accept yourself as your own
Sit up proudly and put your makeup on
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
www.changefulstorm.blogspot.com
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your hot breath Consumes my ears
my neck, Victim to your tongue
Heated Passion
with kisses that Burn
I dream of your lips pressed against mine.With your hands exploring my body while you press me up against a wall.

I imagine you leaving me with hickeys, scratches and bite marks.
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I think of cloths scattered on the floor and of you pressing me to you so there is no space between us.

I don't want flowers, chocolates and love.
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I want lip biting, messy sheets and lust.
I want pure unadulterated passion
you are a summer night

the way you keep me up

so hot the sheets stick to me

i have to open the windows,

take off all my clothes

morning comes and i still

feel you on my skin
Outside I'm just a woman
inside, just a girl that is lost
.
I seem to have direction
but maybe it's a lie with a cost
.
Setting myself simple goals to follow
as I need a continuous plan
.
It's to tell me where I am tomorrow
incase I've forgotten where I am
.
I can easily fool myself
and it's been working for a while
.
I just don't think too much
about the woman wrapped around this girl
.
Does she really know what she's doing?
Do I have any other choice?
.
Although I'm a woman physically moving
the little girl has lost her voice
Written a few months ago when I really felt that I needed more direction in my life.   It's a feeling that comes round again quite often.
It has been quite a long while
Since I last saw you
And last talk with you.
Inside me, I know it hurts
But this is the right thing to do.
There has never been a day that passed
That I have not thought of you;
Reminiscing those days I have spend with you;
The way you make me smile,
The way my heart beat fast when you're near,
The way you wrap me in your arms,
The way you say  the words "I love you".
You've filled me with love and joy before
And that's what my heart is now yearning for.
I want to move on
But I just can't,
'Coz without you,
I feel like there's a hole deep within my heart,
Which makes me feel incomplete inside.
I'm still hoping that one day,
We could be together again,
And continue to share the love we once had
Until the very end.
She was unaware about the way of the world
Radiant beauty did capture the vagabond heart
Trampling along the green meandering path
Where not any traveler have set their foot
Walked across the ****** valley and yonder
The ***** came to the crystal clear stream
Aware of his thirst, from the endless wandering
He stooped to drink from the sweet stream
Unaware of the maiden’s presence, who tip-toed
Busy was he drinking to quench his thirst
For the first time was he aware of the maiden
Vagabond heart captured by the reflection’s beauty
He kissed her reflection, making the maiden blush
At the twilight the eyes meet, making the hearts flounder
Radiant beauty did capture the vagabond heart
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