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It was in my subconscious mind, that I met you I stood in front of you with a bleeding heart, feeling all blue My mind was drained, I was entangled in thousands of strangulated thoughts And I felt as if you were someone I already knew A river of serenity flowed through my eyes When you held my hand and we wandered blithely You whispered, 'I am here to breathe life into you' To pull you out of the black hole of emptiness. I am here to make you feel lively In the twilight of the dawn, as we sat on a beach You wrapped your body around mine and our souls caressed I could think of nothing else at that moment. I was so lost in you Happiness glided through all my nerves and I felt blessed. You were a stranger to me but, you didn't seem one While I was in a perplexed state seeking for an answer; I heard you say, I am a part of your subconscious mind But I make you feel conscious, more than you are in your conscious mind.
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Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 9:22 AM UTC
'In my subconscious'
Shackled, and chained. Yet, I’ve never felt so free. You’ve awakened this primal instinct in me. Burned, and bruised. Tormented, and used. I'm yours to abuse. I kneel, At your feet, Waiting for command. Waiting for the slightest gesture granted from your hand. I look down. My hands in lap. l am at your will, Waiting for your finger’s snap. With hair pulled back-- Gathered in your hands. And cheeks warm-- Caressed by your voice. Lips are wet-- Touched by yours. Cleaning, and cooking. Almost every day. Folding, and preparing. Doing whatever you say. I'm yours; I'm branded with your name. I'm bonded to you, No matter what, And I stand unashamed.
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Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
Bonded
There she goes Girls file into line Three by three Knee length skirts Down the aisle Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine Prayers morning, noon, and night Careful now, They're prepared to smite Up the Stairs Now we dine And then off to bed One "lucky" girl gets to practice head The tallest tower She's had too much sacramental wine Hands touched and caressed And she felt far from blessed Down she jumps Touched by filthy swine "what a horrible disaster" Her eulogy given by that same pastor The Devil moves on
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
There's Sinners In Church
~ Thoughts concieved by open mind Chosen gracefully, fulfilled and kind; Are the treasures of remembered days When pen to quill was an eternal phase Of two souls yearning to be touched Regardless of ethereal bond, much Pleasure of a written word - longed To become of flesh and blood. ~~~
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
Seeds of Time
I've never felt so at home Than when I'm being caressed By your words And their meaning
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
Home is your voice