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So many people hate the rain,
but as for me I like several things.
Ever danced, kissed, or made love under a crying sky?
If your answer is no, then may I suggest you try.

Feeling those drops, in the heat of a moment,
bodies pressed together in a kind of atonement.
Passion intense,
***** on fire,
anticipation grows,
unrelenting desire.

Stare in her eyes and see her lust,
under a wet sky; now you must.
feel her body, use all your senses
See her beauty, feel how she wences.
hear her moaning
as your desire is growing..

Take a breath,
and spin around,
dance with your love,
before you pin her to the ground.

Take control as the rain becomes a storm
so wet we are, yet strangely warm.
her hair so moist as I rub her down,
the passion growing, Oh my; I'm moaning now.

Dancing, kissing, and making love,
A kind of passion that goes beyond and above.
If you haven't tried the passion in the rain,
grab her, dance with her, and love her all in vain.

To feel that rain in the heat of passion,
It's beyond your expectations; it's everything you can imagine.
You are my life
Mornings, noon’s, and midnights.
My sign in everyday
That its going to be alright.
A sign that this distance can’t keep us awake at night
And we can sleep tight
Knowing that our future together is bright
And I know its hard
To open your eyes each day
While I’m not there to wipe the tears away
I’m not there to hold your hand,
Or kiss your lips,
But baby, you hold my heart
And it’s kissed by every smile you start
Every breath you breathe
Makes me melt
…and every word you speak lets me know
That with this hand we’re dealt
…it isn’t impossible to win
It isn’t impossible to be felt
That I’ll hold you in my arms
And never let go
Cause baby, don’t you know?
That you’re mine.
You’re my little piece of sunshine.
And it must be divine
You must be my soul mate
This must be fate
It’s gotta be,
Cause baby, I’ll wait
Copyright © 2013 by Samantha Beckman

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My first thought is
I love you.
I want you.
I'm scared to go farther.
To hurt you.
But I still wonder if you'd let me.

This love and pain and wonder
Is eating me alive.
I worry constantly.
Especially since the pain
Will not be mine.

I am scared that
Our feelings will fade.
Wash away like a memory.
I'm scared to go farther.
To drive you away.
But I still wonder
If you'd stay.

This curiosity kills me.
Lightning in our skies.
Fringing the ends of my heartstrings,
Encasing me in my own lies.
My mind tells me
something is to come.
All I need to know,
Is that it's false.
Not written in my point of view. As I believe another views it.
My eyes can make you feel obligated...so look at my shoes and tell me you love me...Cuz they'll show you where i been...And if you don't love that then.....let me keep using them to walk away...Because my bags aren't that heavy.... but my shoes are kinda *****...You feel me...I ain't always been in the right place...so don't look me in the face..that body part didn't run the race...But its what you can do with my feet that I care about..How high will you lift me...will you put me in flight....a high night after night after night...Can you love me when my eyes are closed..see that is the trick...and my voice is all you get...not sense...no I mean mumbles, moans, and mashing...do you love the tone...the man behind the eyes...love me when you're alone...Cuz my eyes can make you feel convicted...and my lips will leave you scorn...But my feet won't ever lie...Now what will you say to I...Its ok just repeat...exactly what you just said to my feet...
If you are willing to be with me be prepared to deal with my insecurities and bring stick and stones to destroy brick by brick the wall I've been building around for all these years. It will take time and it won't be easy, but I promise I'll put all the effort in me to help you inside.
I'll try to put behind the past and give you my trust, but you gotta understand that after seeing only for me for so long it will be hard to start thinking of WE instead of I.
There will be times when you will want to run..
     ..please don't.
Other times I'm gonna get scared..
     ..don't let me escape.
I can assure you everything will be worth it, because once you get thorugh that thick layer you're going to met me. The real me.
The girl that was hidden under anger, sadness and fear; and that girl has the biggest heart in the world, it's not new, it was mistreated and has some dust.
But once you shake the dust and stop paying attention to the big old scar on the side, you'll realize it still works and it will give you more love than anyone thinks possible.
So if you try your best to get inside I will try my best to open the door.
boy
he looked at me like
there were stars in my eyes
and he wished on them whenever
the edges wrinkled with laughter

he listened to me like
there were flowers in my words
and he picked them all and put them
in a vase in his bedroom

he looked at me like
there was love in his heart
and he said that it was too much
for him to handle

so he flew away
The truth is
I'm not sure
What needs to be said.
The syllables I've learned to form
Don't apply to situations where
Words remain inherently absent.
And too often we force our hand
To make phrases appear
Where they don't belong.

But something about
Silent speeches is appealing to me.
Because the power in your eyes reduce
The need for any type of sound.
And the shock waves your steps make
As you inch closer to mine
Create the sweetest melodies.
So all I will tell you is this:
Let's leave words out of this.
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