At the top of the escarpment she stood.
In a strange surveillance of the area.
She seeks only the love she lost.
Thick black veil hid her features.
Dressed in ebony for the love she lost.

The moon was high.
She kissed the sky.
Firmament brimming with cold fired emotion.
The moon.
Her corona glowing.

It was the eve of Christmas.
The night he'd said goodbye.
Watched her silently
As she moaned her sad lament.
There every year 'pon the that day he went.
Another curious soul.

From a distance stand and spy.
The midnight hour rolls in.
Wind will rise without reason.
It will topple her from her feet.

She seems so real.
He feels her pain.
Glued to the spot.
He's compelled to stay.
She rolls from edge.
With a fearful wail.
The sound of death occurring.

He needs to check that she's okay.
Goes to the edge.
Peers over.
That wind.
It knocks him off his feet.

A few moments on the ridge.
For a short moment in time your life takes his place.
They romp and play as never before.
It's not forever.
It's never more.
Icy death snatched him.
A moment in time she's sated.
She's took his life,
Just to hold her sweet lover once more.

Every year curiosity wins
Always outweighs fear.
Another victim in her spell.
This year another sad victim fell!





By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

I was your fairy tale,
I was carried on a springtime breeze,
delivered on a paper plate.
You stole my sweetened cherry,
that day you set me free,
it was sweet,
so sweet,
my cherry, when you stole it,
you sank your teeth right in,
such pain,
as you bit me,
when you ripped away my innocence,
you stole my girl,
you released me,
you set me free,
to explore and to feel,
my life became real,
when my precious virginity, thou dids't steal.
(C) Livvi

'She walks in beauty' as 'a phantom of delight,'
The one evicted from his darkest night,
Her' raven' hair draped around her shoulders,
Laying next to him in 'silken tent',
Wanted just 'a slice of wedding cake'
Her beautiful spirit captured,
Sent to early sorrows death by 'solitary reaper',
Taken on' May- day',
She was the' light of living days',
Before tragically taking her 'survivor's leave'
He left her for another,
Took another younger lover,
It was their wedding cake,
She so desired,
It was to be their wedding day,
Before her heart he did thou break,
Her life was stolen,
Tragically by own fair hand,
As her sweetheart whom she'd trusted,
Greeted' the chorus of the newly dead'
The sun rising before she flew away,
Back to night realms,
To rest in peace.

Used poetry titles from classic works to create this poem.
Lord Byron, William Wordsworth, Alfred Lord Tennyson, Edgar Allan Poe, Robert Lee Frost,Robert Graves, Wordsworth,Ralph Waldron Emerson,Thomas Moore, Charles Causley, John Dunne and Edwin Muir. Thank you for reading.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Lost, a world of poetry.
Entrenched, as if in mud stuck fast.
It's me gasping for breath.
Suffocated by squeals of dying emotion.
Struggling to escape from dingy rendezvous.
Silk ribbons bound me tightly.
Escape from dreams delight.
For once the sword of angel dark is mightier than the pen.

My pen is swan so elegant.
The lady as she drifts.
Like driftwood sodden with emotions.
Emotion causes commotion.
Love is such a complex thing.
When with a complex one.
With eyes wide as child of innocence.
I ventured where other angels fear to tread.

I know that he once loved me.
Now my heart is bled.
Imperfections in a perfect image.
Captured in mind's eye!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Long time alone,
Hell's not happy,
A therapy of diversionary tranquility,
Smokey windows cleansed,
By saturated sponges,
Drenched with negativity,

Rinsed out ,
Sponges washed with positivism,
In rose water rich,
Seeking a silken purse,
Created from dreamer's ears,

Light arises out of darkness,
Alabaster angel,
In cotton dress,
Sprayed with purple haze,
Be amazed,
No longer lost!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

When you can't reach the stars at the top of the stairs.
When your eyes become blinded in your darkened domain.
All you find is storm, upon storm.
Barrage balloons and a million blue moons ,none that I can find, pray someone remind me that life's really good.
I find no interest but, I know that I should.
When lost moments are gone and you can't see the sky, the nails on your fingers scratch hard, you're wanting to cry,but your tears are all gone, stolen by one, who says that you're stupid.
Tears came back, they're chasing the tracks of the scratches of nails, where snails become slugs, salt hating bugs.
Disintegrate into puddles of slush.
Reminiscent tears, begin more to gush as they flush out bad feelings of battling with demons.
Want more soft furnishings to cushion my head, I fight onwards and upwards, wish I was dead.
I doesn't always follow, as sometimes I'm mellow, tinged with spots of cowardly yellow.
The bus passed the stop and I just can't step off.
The world keeps on turning, somewhere a sparks still burning.
Never know why, I just need a good cry.
I want a good sob.
I know that I do.
My world is beaten black shades of blue.
I sit in the corner and rock like the clock on the shelf, with the crocodile tears, just a big fish out of water, they call me a flounder.
A bit of a chicken, scratching the farmyard.
Guess what ladies and gentlemen the poet's a ******.
Not too hard to work out I guess, yep, everyone knows that the poet's a mess.
Large black dog, swirls round my head, still wish I was dead, born a coward always will be, stay in bed, take some proper medication..no not suicidal, some delicious anti-d's.
All shall pass, soon I shall be me again,
Honestly.
(c) Livvi

Runs through the forest with the wind in her hair.
Tripping over the briars that strangle the ground.
Gazing at starlight it's blessing the copse.
The fear in dark moments  realising she's lost.
In the hole at the base of a gigantic tree she  curls up to sleep.
Deep in the forest none hear her weep.
The owl in the tree keeps his own counsel.
He's so very quiet, she knows he's up there.
The guardian of her silence.
A voice in the darkness cries Sweet Ann-Marie, where are thee?
The squeak in the dark, the voice of the child an echo resounding.
The lanterns they're calling  for the little  girl lost.
Into the clearing more echoes are heard.
Alarming the owl, the wise old bird.
The flapping of wings, flying out of the clearing.
The seekers are finders as now they are nearing.
Finding the frightened child in the sweet summer dress.
At the base of the tree.
They hold her so tight as now she is free.
Tears of relief grace her delicate face.
Safe and sound, off home to bed.
Relieved as she's resting her sweet grateful head.
(C) LIVVI

Runs through the forest with the wind in her hair.
Tripping over the briars, as they strangle the ground.
Gazing at starlight, it's blessing the copse.
The fear in those dark moments, when she's realising that she's totally lost.

In a hole at the base of a gigantic tree she curls up to sleep.
Deep in the forest, none hear her weep.
The owl in the tree, he keeps his own counsel.
He's so very quiet, she knows he's up there.
The guardian of her silence.
A voice in the darkness cries, "Sweet Ann-Marie, where are thee?"
The squeak in the dark.
The voice of the child, an echo's resounding.
Those lanterns they're calling for the little girl lost.
Into the clearing, more echoes are heard.
Alarming the owl, the wise old bird.
The flapping of wings, flying out of the clearing.
The seekers are finders, as now they are nearing.
Finding the frightened child, in the sweet summer dress.
At the base of the tree.
They hold her so tight as now she is free.
Tears of relief grace her delicate face.
Safe and sound, off home to bed.
Relieved as now, she's resting her ever grateful head.
(C) Livvi

Where are you now?
I sit and peer out of the window.
It's getting stormy.
He let go!

Where are you going, my friend?
Are you fighting lightening flashes?
Reverberating to the thunder's beat.

Child, I asked you to hold on to the string tightly.

We stood and watched from the ground as you floated away.
Awesome helium balloon,
Flying wild and free.

I wonder do you have many friends accompanying you as you go dancing through the cloud's cover.
Avoiding beaks of passing birds.
Birds calling out with novel songs.........!
(C)LIVVI

Mixed messages of love and joy.
Translated by other sites.
You think you penned it right.
Something went wrong.
You're talking of flowers, which in a gorgeous garden grew.
Translated to flour for bread, chucked in a wordy stew.
It's all so confusing, words of blood, became squelching mud.
Oh what is this poetic person to do?
Reminder to self,must not write love poems in foreign tongue to you.
Words of love all painted blue.
Just a little sticky.
Oops.
Could be a little tricky.
You say you want to visit,
In perfect spiel you say "Innit".
The twisted words may become untangled,
Eventually.
When the translation websites all make sense or scents,
They may end up smelling sweet.
(C) LIVVI

The grass carpet, pronounces in blue, that never shall I forget about you.
I remember your garden complete with blue path, from those days of pure innocence, when we both had a laugh.
My lonely bed, in which I stumble alone is blessed with memories deep in her foam.
Once you shared my bed, but it played with your head, so now you are gone.
There were tears on leaving,  so willingly shed, the tears of sorrow emptied your head.
We said au revoir, knowing not how far our journey had taken us, me as I cried as I left on the bus.
I held you in trust.
Trusted your word no matter how absurd.
The end of our days of as two evaporated, as morning sun stole the dew.
Still, I notice the revered coat of forget- me -nots kissing my lawn, an ironic fine reminder that I am forlorn.
(c) Livvi

Lost Tommorows!

Not a doll of china.
Nor porcelain within.
A heart that beats relentlessly.
Without an ounce of sin.
Sound bits cry sorrow.
For too many lost tomorrows.
The tomorrows that could have maybe been.

With hands so warm.
Caring kiss.
Yesterday should be erased.
But in your presence was amazed.
Discovered for the ****** love.
An all improbable, even impossible dream.
A dream come true.
When face to face.
I met you.
Smiled for once.
This doll's visage, now truly blue.

As she sits and muses misery.
You and I were meant to be.
In real life and poetry.
You are all my lost tomorrows.
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

What defines love?
Is it just a pretence,
maybe it's just pretentious,
I love the unreachable darkness,
I love my dog,
she is not demanding,

I loved him,
he loved me too,
he would never admit it,
it just wouldn't do.
I learned the hard way that love just doesn't do,
It doesn't make me fly any more,
I became aware of the score,
the score became scary,
don't want anymore.
became a touch bitter,
and life goes on,
it has too.
(C) Livvi

LOVE

Once,
You Held my heart in your
hands,
You held my hand in yours,
You cupped my being within your mind.
You moulded me as putty,
I was your victim,.
Once,
I bowed,
at your command.
The sands of time,
flowed through your fingers,
As time you change and fold,
apparently,
Just Like fresh bed linen, crisp and cool.
Time flows, fragrant.
Almost, as if an egg timer took control,
Still those sands they trickle,
to the beat of love's, own metronome.
Once,
You were a dream, a beautiful one.
(C) Livvi

Love is an egg.
It is blessed, within a jolly fine shell.
Inside lives life.
If the egg is an ova.
Fertilised by love itself .
Love grows rapidly inside.
The cracks appear, love's broken free.
(C) LIVVI

I'm in love with romance.
Put your arms around my waist and darling lets dance.
Let's whirl as swans
Cob and pen,
Elegant.
Eye contact.
Spontaneously.
Silken touch
Supportive crutch.
Let our lips tickle and ripple.
Fight against the bitterness of the cold outside.
Sunday morning sky, a shade of ochre above the frost, the frost that's charged with many slips.
(c)LIVVI

He made love to her in flower beds.
Below the midday sun.
He plucked her, gave her roses.
He gave them with his heart.

He drugged her up with sweetness,
and in glass casket placed her,
Like him,
the casket,
the casket sang,
upon the stroke of tuning fork.

He laid her on a mattress of of pure feather down,
So she should be rested, should he e'er pass by again
He crowned her head with platinum,
Before he left he told her that,
Much too precious was she,
to wear a coronet of gold.

He mouthed the words I love you,
before he said goodbye.
Never turning back again,
to see the tears falling from her eyes.
Perhaps he didn't want to,
For he too had cried the world.
(C) Livvi

LOVE AND PAIN (PART 2)

He crept tentatively up to the casket of glass,
levered up the fragile lid and peered right inside.
As in all the very best fairy tales,
He woke her with a kiss.
he stroked her face and kissed her hard.
but she was fast asleep.

He was just about to walk away,
when her little voice was heard to say.
what's going on,
I was asleep,
for you my eyes no longer weep.

He clutched a box within his mitts,
The box contained a precious gift,
A platinum ring with a precious stone,
meant for the one he called his own.
A perfect compliment to her coronet.

I came back for you my lady, said he,
Please my darling,
set me free,
come along and be with me.

Up she struggles,
with a sleep deprived smile,
yes my lord,
it's been a while.

Wandered off hand it in hand,
this time it was beneath the moon.
He once more bought her lovely flowers,
Cauliflowers,
cabbages and runner beans,
He was hungry,
loved his greens,
and somewhat ****** magazines.

His lady was his servile *****,
when chained up by the kitchen sink,
my goodness gracious me,
his truly romantic gestures really made you think!
(c) Livvi

A head full up with lack of sleep and candy tufts.
Gardens looking rather green,
I'm not far off.
The rain it gave the grass a bath.
Passages of crystal twisted sugar and just a tiny bit of spice,
Dashing,darting electrically,
Vague spark today,
Not  even enough to satisfy the remote control on my smiling faced T.V.
My brain is empty, it's not nice.
At a loss for words this morn.
I'm still trying to pen sweet pretty precious words of love,
but I can't.
Words muddled in my head, brains not working.
Saturdays here.
I'm already
halfway dead.
(c) Livvi

Scratching pebbles.
Seeing the dog walkers.
Down by the river.
The stalkers?

Hunting for stars.
While playing guitars.
Presentation on violins.
Serenading his lady.
Using his voice.
Pure perfection.
Not his choice.
He's playing at love.
Puppies are adorable, usually.
This dog.
Well,
Only as adorable as a hound from hell.

Seconds and moments.
Mementos and chocolates.
Him, sleeping beneath the trees.
Brow dripping,
salted perspiration.
Wasting away.
Wasting time.
Love playing games.

That was the summer, that was.
When love chased her.
Chased him too.
It chased him away.

And, you rarely hear birds sing in Venice.
They've flown, off chasing love for somebody else.
Clever birds, gave up on us.
(c)Livvi

Steal not my breath sweet child, for I doth need it verily,
To live and love forevermore,
To catch the moon and ride her breeze,
To bring thy flowers to thy knees.
Within the thickest greenery,
Our feelings thus concealed,
Honest love overtly, terribly revealed,
We snatched it on a sunbeam,
Trapped it on a lightning bolt,
Crazy, as if flying upon the chestnut colt.
And in the morning, cometh light,
You and I in wild delight,
Writhing, sharing subtly,
We're decorating Christmas trees in summertime,
Carried on a flying sneeze.
(c) Livvi

Loved Cancer!

You are the cancer that grew.
Creation of your good intent.
Your feelings a virtual ******.
Scared all hell from you.

Hell.
Most of my friends.
I knew them before you.
A hand of friendship offered to most who wrote.
Friend held out hand to your three ladies.
Cool trio of delights.
As in real world I was your catalyst.
Your cancer's trigger.

The day I met you I was cursed.
The man who wanted cancer is rather,
Is rather hell perverse.
For when love's cancer developed you loved suffering her.
Now she's gone.
She's been excised.
You sit and cry your tears alone my friend.
Cry into your toxic cup.
Your cancer's in remission!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

LOVE GAMES
In your eyes I found love.
Your pupils like that of a love-struck teenager with a crush.
A tantalising sparkle that made my heart rush.
Exciting tachycardia.
Banging heart exploding, near bursting as if a blood filled balloon.
His feet so tired and heavy weren't sporting his black jackboots, imagined they were ballet pumps.
Walking on air.
He realised his teacher cared.
These role playing games entranced them.
Long may they dance.
(c) Livvi

The blind man in the corner of the pottery class, moulds his unseen wife between his hands,
He creates a figurine with slender arms.
******* in perfect proportion.
Hips of mature woman.
A bobble nose, with a chin that's dimpled.
Bob shaped hair.
All from the mind's eye.
With assistance, her eye shaped is made, brow line pinched into place.
Formed a skirt down to her feet.
Baked it in the rapid kiln.
For the day of Saint Valentine.
He made for his beautiful wife, the perfect treat.
(C) LIVVI

Fornication what a tangle.
Writhing bodies at all angles.
What's fornication without love.
Nothing short of misery.
A touch, a stroke.
A hold him tight.
Subtle sweep of sentiment.
Words whispered in a rash of passion.
Lay next to him.
Keep heart ablaze at night.
Gently, gently move away.
So his being can cool down.
Feels the heat.
Blaze result of passion spent.
Lay down to sleep.
To dream a dream of him again.
Livvi  28/09/2013

I love you with my heart and I love you with my soul.
A precious gift.
My world behold.
Had enough of nothing left.
Nothing left at all.
Love is needed now to satisfy my precious heart.
Relieve my empty soul.
And there you live in front of me.
Wiped clean my eyes and made me see.
(c) Livvi

I love you with my heart and I love you with my soul.
A precious gift.
My world behold.
Had enough of nothing left.
Nothing left at all.
Love is needed now to satisfy my precious heart.
Relieve my empty soul.
And there you live in front of me.
Wiped clean my eyes and made me see.
(c) Livvi

Feeble is love.
Weak as a kitten.
Indiscreet and tiny.
Hidden in corners.
Lands in laps unexpectedly.
Feisty as a puppy.
With needle teeth he nips.
Needle teeth and eyes combined.
Snares sweetheart, love is blind.
Puppy love hides in corners.
Think love is simple?
He's not.
A constrictor, he is waiting to crush you.
Before he slithers slowly away.
Revealed yesterday.
Departing today.
(C) LIVVI X 2014

A degree of murderous intent.
Unearthed emotions long since felt.
Reached the stars.
Love went underground.
In a spot of fossil hunting.

Took a chance at novelty.
Dug up the bones.
The bones of a pinned down pain.
Pain charred the heartbreak.
Love left again.

When it once walked it had vicious teeth.
A hunter in suburbia.
Nocturnal beast.
Once hunted prey.
Now all it does is pray.

Strong power filled.
Aggressive once.
Now just scavenges.
The ruins of ancient civilizations.
Praying for tomorrow not to come.
To scavenge no more.
All in a nightmare.

(c) Livvi x
ladylivvi1@hotmail.com

He made her feel special,
Magic dripped from his fingers.
Dripped more from his tongue.
She made him feel,
Feel again, scared to break a record of being loved again.
No more.
Instead of word of mouth.
For her from land down south.
He fired blank responses from his very wary pen.
The record made of vinyl, was moulded in bright yellow,
As canary stood, did strut his stuff, sadly never mellow.
He swore as stood in front of her,
He'd never love again.
And he did.
Stupid sod.
He loved her too, he told her so, the demi-god.
He ran faster, much faster than the pouring rain,
His love he washed it down the drain.
Blew more wildly than the wind,
She was his malediction, the thing called love it bit again, made him feel, buckets worse.
Such  soul slaying addiction!
(C) Livvi

Make her love you with a whisper
Entrap her with a kiss.
Pick flowers for her,
Selected for their qualities.
Wrap them up and tie them tight.
For true love is exciting when visible before her eyes.
Sir,
Be wise before you prise her fingers out from your hands.
Love lasts forever.
It makes no demands
Think before retreating of the love you shared before.
Angels danced on flighty feet believing that your love were true.
From topaz blue horizons her ring she'll give to you.
You will answer her calling upon bended knees.
Begging of her, her sweet hand in marriage.
Carried forever in a glass fronted carriage.
Love will be forever and forever hangs upon a sunny day.
(c)LIVVI

Love Letter!

If I could write all my love in a letter I would.
If it had an effect on the outcome then maybe I should.
To speak of how I want.
What I need.
To let you be aware not wary.
Baby.
I am so not scary.
You know I'm not.
When I touch you in a tender spot.
Darling please forget me not.

My love I wrote in that letter.
L is for light out of dark nights.
O is for opening of once blinkered eyes.
V is for a vacancy left in my heart and yours too I believe.
E is for emptiness...Cannot be perceived.

Of emotion I am so nearly devoid.
All of my tenderness nearly destroyed.
That letter shall pass in front of your dark eyes.
Ask of me no questions.
Show me no lies.
When in the morrow.
It should land on your mat.
Maybe replace your happy hat!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

A vacuum of silence.
You're nowhere near to me.
An envelope full of nothing.
You tore it up, you emptied it.
You let my heart fly free.
(C) Livvi

In the conservatory with the windows open wide I can still smell your pipe smoke.
I walk past and feel your oilskins' brush my hand.
I found some snippets of jet black hair left in my jewellery tray.
Your crash helmet  sits on the hallway table.
I swear it wasn't there yesterday.
A visiting spirit playing games with my memory.
I'm  guessing that's all it  can be.
Or maybe I haven't accepted you're gone.
Love lingering too long.
(C) LIVVI

Love me, touch me, enrich me with reptilian tongue so lithe,
**** the tips of my fingertips, so rich,
**** them til they're dry, so I fry with fire of desire,
So I fry and i feel, utterly, totally truly unreal!
Look into your heart for one moment in time out of many such moments....,
pathways of love not denied,
Unleash my lips, unleash my gag,
I am no longer no tongue tied!
Stroke my feet, massage them well,
Hell, that really feels so swell,
I feel your hot love, coming my way,
I can tell passion's  erupted, cos you are corrupted by the smile I leave in my awakening hours...!
I bow to you darling, with all of your powers,
in awesome obedience, pure joy for hours and hours!
The loving sweet kisses ,are not hits and misses!
Such heaven I found wrapped up tight in your arms,
you sweetheart are a charm filled with such luck!
A talisman of super cool,
I flipped out for you,
cos I'm just a fool!
Copywrite, Livvi Kent 22/03/2013

Somewhere in the world my loves.
Love is missing.
Missing in ministries, filled with the cry of the heartbroken wenches.
Stuck there perhaps for ever.
Muddy trenches.
Lined with lace.
****** soldiers losing face.
Their whips made of satin strands, taken from chocolate boxes.
Locked up in closets from the school of hard knocks.
Long lost in mines, emptied long since.
Little old ladies, with cute purple rinses.
A receipt signed in dragon's blood for the pain that they gave.
Save for the memories of snowdrops in June.
Once he stood there in doublet and hoes, a classless cavalier, who left much too soon.
At the base of his mountain from where she once fell, lived a tale on a lion and that I can't tell.
Only the lion can, the lion he's the main man.
(C) LIVVI

Loves all the Birds!

In the field we played on the grass.
I touched your chicken and you my fat ***.
Look by the river.
Over there a cute duck.
You fancied a fk.
Whispered sweetly you wanted a wk.

Said I wanted to love you for ever and ever.
You saw a swan.
And you were gone.
The swan you saw over there.
Told me you didn't care!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

Love wears a dress,
It's flowing,
with a pattern of flowers.
It's made of thin linen.
Feels beautiful stroking the skin.
Love has pure *******,
Capable of nurturing,
Keeping interest alive.
Sometimes love wears lingeree,
Of ebony black lace,
with scarlet ribbons attached.
Sometimes love has tassles attached,
they could be twiddled to occupy a lover who may be becoming bored.
Sometimes,
love is concealed beneath the protective cloak of the very caring nurse.
However;
Love can be stubborn,
Never admitting defeat,
Sometimes a total ***.
Who loves being in love,
Even when she's dressed in all of her disguises?
(c) Livvi

Vast moments faded into hyperspace.
Moments of deception came around and went.
You spoke forth of true love, from a tongue that was forked, nothing was meant, flicked words to left, kisses to the right.
For occasional seconds, that sharp tongued forked out of sight.
Never concerned about sleeping at night.
Kept me awake.
My heart, my soul, my whole being, did you take
******* with dangling bangles and ribbons made out of silly string.
Joined together to deck out the bandstand of love formation and creation, for all the world to breathe and see.
Bright colours and patterns where nothing else matters, save being with you.
Where *** was initiated, formed in fresh air by heirs with graces with noses in air.
Made love to music in a million tones of clattering battering jiggery- pokery.
You set me on a journey, floating upstream on a broken raft.
You spoke that you loved my precious little heart,
My poor heart it conceived the truth you had spoken,  pregnant issued with your lies.
You were not to be believed.
I looked down at your gift with tender eyes.
She looked up at me, she saw through your lies.
An adult now, abandoned by thee.
She knows of the truth,
She shall always have me.
You said you loved my heart and soul.
You liar
(C) LIVVI

Love's Pleasantries!

What do I do.
I'm dropped to my knees.
My cheek snuggles into your tender thigh.
You hold my head.
I bathe in your tender touch.

You bathe in my mouth.
Tender and warm.
Discarded coffee.
Not spat.
Swallowed.
Warmth in this ladies hollow.
Found kindness in a fantasy.
Such a fantasy.

Good God,
Man I love you in my throat.
Drowning so beautifully in pleasure.
Salty sparkles fizz as champagne between us two.
Two special angels.
Male angel.
I love you!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

As marionette magical,
Darling,I will walk for you,
Miles on end,
Clack wooden feet, noisily,
Need you to know I'm here, dear,
My prince, heaven sent,
Pull my strings,
I'll dance for you,
Give me a chance,
I'll romance for you,
A pirouette whirl for you, from your girl,

My wooden heart was splintered,
When you went,
You dropped my strings,
Wait and see what true love brings,
No more the fool who plays around!
No more puppet, lots more dancing!
Copyright Livvi Kent 01/05/2013

Many moons ago so dwelt a heart,
Once loved in a fantasy,
once lived in the same fruity location,
lives there no more,

If I could see me in your bed,
if I could get inside your head,
or under your skin,
there maybe a chance,
that we could tango in the night time.

The stars might bravely dance for us,
and if they dared to try,
the moon may smile,
the flowers may open wide,
the days may be jolly,
the outlook bright.

But,
I can feel nothing,
not even a drop in the ocean,
the ocean of life.

So,
still I sit ,
I sit here,
here in my insular world,
the world of my space.

For the first time ever,
this feeling is grand,
a million dollars,
and the prime part of my space,
is that it's mine,
mine and mine alone.

Unless by weird profound attraction,
by chemistry in invention,
maybe,
just maybe,
if by chance,
I can envisage myself curled up in your bed,
then chance and I may take a gamble.

Now is not the time,
for me and anyone.
This love bird's flying free.
(C) LIvvi

A heart that's beating faster,
Much faster than it should.
Dawn is moving faster, she's running through the wild wood.
She crashed into the poplar,
made it tremble terribly.
Lost between the night wish and the new day being born.
She went out with yore days touch.
Fell back to earth with such a shooting shove.
Welcome to a new day.
The lady bears such love.
Seek the gold and silvery stars.
They're hiding there within.
(C) Livvi