"hunny" poems
Im cold and alone and you're all I have.
And the voices have come again. And they are louder.
*"you're worthless" "you're nothing" "no one likes you" "I hate you"
"just die" "you're fat and ugly" **** yourself"*
As I scream and cry for your help, you comfort me.
You tell me, it'll be okay now hush hunny
I slide you through my skin.
I go again
and again
Yet, stil i can't feel anything inside, all i can feel is the
Warmth of the blood that is flowing down my leg.
For I am hollow inside, I can no longer feel.
All I can feel is your cold kisses on my skin.
dear bestfriend, you're my sweet release.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
Whenever you come home,
you send me a text saying:
"Hunny, I'm home."
And sometimes I call you:
Home.
Because when I'm with you.
I feel so safe.
Like I'm home.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
I could turn away,
But then id have to pay,
My happiness may be the price,
But when it comes to that i think ill roll the dice.
Lets give it a chance,
And maybe just survive this crazy little dance.
Cause the smile spread wide across my face,
Well maybe you cant tell,
But hunny, i dont want my space.
It may be a secret, nobody can know,
But the day will come when that wont even show.
Yeah it *****
But oh well, lifes just tough.
Sneaking around will never be easy,
But baby when you kiss me, i get queezy.
I like you alot,
And as far as what i want,
Your right on the dot.
Isaac i want this to work,
Hey!who knows? Maybe secrecy will turn out to be a perk
By: Kaity Morris
March 2,2012
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
She's a champagne princess
She's a little 4:20 hunny
A splash of class and sass
All mixed up in a whiskey glass
She has a heart of gold
A life that's young &
A soul that's old.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
Bad as a ***** *****
Bas as a ***** *****
Flapjack rippin up tracks
Call the conductor
Oh wait that’s me
You need training
Wheel’s on the track
Traction that you stuck under
N never wonder who is coming with the blunderbuss
All up in yo face, one shot n you under us
Ain’t wonderous?
****** up a couple plastics, pause, chill, kickback
Smoke a couple blunts
M to the A G, N to the Ificient
Life’s nice isn’t it?
That is, if ya got a little life light to lighten up those, like,
Way heavy dark instances.
And I don’t give a **** what you’re inference is
Psh, this ***** tryna tell me what the difference is
I thought it was obvious
I am, they are not the ****
Now we all got a nervous system
But that don’t explain why you’re so nervous mister
I done chained two chains up by his whiskers
Gave away his dummy money needed hunny ****** his sister
It’s the
Little Rapscallion
****** up your fleet, better bring the whole battalion
And I rap stallions, you stickin to the stable
Fables of your ladies n your many medalions
**** I’m goin off in this motha *****
Tossin these ***** fuckas wall to wall
Knockin bricks out with a fist pound
So get out n stand back, take notes, watch it fall
I’m bach with ***** don’t matter what your speed
I can clock em all, No cops involved, knock knock knock knock
Lock down drop top n ball
I’m all tweaked up n ***** you bound to stall
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
Nicknames make me laugh
They express a person,
Through another persons eyes.
Or maybe a name,
Given by the person themselves.
The love of my life.
His nickname is my baby bear.
Why?
He doesn't have bear like qualities,
Nor is he a baby (sometimes)
But because for me,
His nickname expresses clearly what he is.
He is MY baby bear.
Without intention it has came to be,
The possessiveness that comes out of me.
Because no matter what he may be...
Sweetie, Hunny, Sugar Pie.
He will always be my,
My love of my life.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
Just because you want to feel a tingle in your flesh
You allow him to **** your *******
Pushing and pulling, grunting as he goes
Leaving love bites on your neck
And a fertilized egg in your womb
But you dont know that yet
Youre just having a good time
Thinking youre old enough to grind
On a man thrice your age
Even though you and his youngest son are at the same stage
You think youre grown
A woman in all her glory
But trust me hunny youre gona be sorry
When you realize your menstrual wont come
A few days after your lover came
You are going to regret your mistake
But that was the chance you decided to take
No one but you are responsible for your actions
Because all you cared about was ****** satisfaction
And for that embryo inside of you?
Thats another story
He's another person you will have to tell sorry
But youre grown right?
Im sure youll know what to do
From food to clothes to diapers and all
Im sure a grown woman as yourself has got it under control
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC
There was a caterpillar that had no friends
She feared she would be alone in the end
She had all, but given in
She stayed in a trees
And hid behind the leaves
Until she ate them, or there was a breeze
She had become so very fat
All the other insects made fun and spat
Out cruel words, she no longer wanted life and that was that
But before she could eat the poison leaf, along flew a hunny bee
"Hunny child you just dont see
That one day your gonna fly like me"
She looked at him in bewilderment
Surly his brain was a little bent
Wings for her would have to be heaven sent
But she decided to hold on a little longer
Just to prove he couldn't be wronger
That bee's words she would often ponder
The other insects still showed their hate
The more they said the more she ate
She knew they was right she'd never find a mate
So she made a cocoon, to hide herself within
So she no longer heard the words that could condemn
What awaited her would be hard to comprehend
The bee seen the cocoon, and sat and waited patiently
He wanted to be the very first to see
At what a beautiful creature she had came to be
When she emerged the sun hurt her eyes
Many a day had gone by
The sun seemed way to bright in the sky
But then she got a look at her wings, they where gray
"Why didn't God paint them, why are they this way"
At the bee in disgust she shouted, "You should of let me die that day"
"But my lovely one, you are now a creature of the night
And will fly by the enchanting moonlight
And see many many wonderful sights"
"Besides my hunny chid they're wings
You can now fly to the heavens and sing
Your point of view will now change on many things"
"God painted your wings gray
So in the bright of day
Against the tree bark you can lay
And safely sleep the day away"
"God only picks the strongest
To prowl in the moon lit darkness
He only picks the bravest
That at night can help with the loneliness"
The Moth bent her head in repentance
She couldn't even finish her sentence
For she realised in that instance
The bee was talking about her transcendence
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
Calabunga as go off shooting bad guys or good guys as long as I get my money. Eating chimichanga's in my Honda that I "borrowed" for awhile. Anti-hero that breaks the fourth wall, because that's my style. Shoot shoot, bang bang, kapow is this kungpow chicken. Oh you thought I was talking about fighting, haha, that's funny. Where are the hunny's, with all this money, you think they'd be on me. Slip zip I can be freaky with whips, go on trips, have insanity fits. Business is business, marvel universe, I killed them all; just saying. If you didn't know the name, it is deadpool, original rip off, yeah I don't care about haters because they are going to hate. Death stroke can't even get a date, with that ugly eyepatch, he couldn't beat me on his best day.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
Its not always easy to be patient,
I know
They tell you it gets better
But they don't tell you when
Its not always easy to wake up,
I know
You keep doing it anyways, but sometimes your bed feels like quicksand and you just barely make it out.
Some days, you don't make it out,
I know.
Some days you sink so deep into your sorrows that suddenly you're drowning in an ocean of hopelessness and your bed is the only place safe enough to land.
It's exhausting some days,
I know.
You go to work and you put on a smile even though everything inside you is falling apart, and they don't see,
I know.
You wonder how much longer you can keep pretending things are fine
But they keep saying that things get better
And you want to believe them,
I know
You want to find your way back to the surface, that is a life you're not just surviving, but actually living
I know
I know you want to get better. And I know right now you are struggling and I know that on the days where the only thing you accomplished was simply breathing, you feel like a failure, but hunny you are the exact opposite of that.
You are a fighter.
You are a survivor.
You are braver than anyone will ever know, surviving constant battles clawing at your mind every second of every day.
This does not make you weak my love.
This makes you strong.
I know people keep saying that things get better,
But they never tell you when.
You just have to take it one step at a time.
Pride yourself on accomplishing the little things that don't seem important in the grand scheme of things, but they are the things that are keeping you alive.
One step at a time my love,
One breath, one hour, one morning, one shopping trip, one shower, one day.
Some day, I promise you
All of these little things will eventually lead you back to the light.
Back to being hopeful for tomorrow's.
I know,
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
I wish I had a ball gown
So I could go to the ball
But loose a slipper after all
3 little mice friends
Make a dress for me
You can see
This is not me!
I wanna be Cindy
Good ol' blonde Cinderella
Hunny maybe kiss me
Let me know you love me
Hug me take my hand
Let's dance
Salsa? No!
Techno? No!
Let's slow dance
Let me put my head
On your shoulder to rest
I wanna be, Cindy!
Maybe if I wish
On the star in the night sky
You'll say, "I'm your guy
Forever and ever."
But I doubt that wish will,
Come true!
Oh, you're lookin' fine over there
With your black hair
Eyes sparkely blue
Oh how I love you!
~I wanna be Cindy
Good ol' blonde Cinderella
Hunny maybe kiss me
Let me know you love me
Hug me take my hand
Let's dance
I wanna be Cinderella!
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 4:26 PM UTC
My sweet Austin Texas ecstasy, my beloved Guadalupe you
gem of the desert. Your family’s a basket-a-bigots but
******* they drink for miles and how near they are to my
heart. This heat’s a drug I swear it. Let's swim in that hole
in the bedrock between two rivers. That'd be nice: me and
you and mobs of Westlake High sophomores with their
blue-raspberry bikinis, a hundred Teen Vogue magazine
covers lined up on the grass like a set of bad church pews.
Imagine that whitewash of a crowd, you and me so alone in
that big static it's better than private. Let’s punch brick, peel
back our knuckles and watch’em clot in the sun. **** gauze,
we’re goin’ to a punk show. I’m puttin’ on short sleeves,
goin’ on parade, gunna flaunt my cigarette burns like a Cadillac:
I want those dorks at the Mohawk to look and love me like
they love gore. I’m gettin’ my black-eye ribbon tonight.
We’re in the Chaos in Tejas show, darlin’, put on Crazy Spirit
and bring your 2x4: skinheads ain’t jumpin’ themselves.
Let's get medicated, hunny, let's get saved. I love watching
Austin bleed out into the sand every dusk. Love the musicians
sailing out grimy and frothing over what night brings:
what a big sky, Texas, you're almost better in the day all
parched ground and azure azure. I love the glass on the high
buildings here, they’re like mirrors. This is God’s powder room.
This is where God sees himself drugged up and beaming in a
beautiful powder room. This is where God goes to remember
youth. I love how youth hasn’t gotten you yet. That unassailable
capacity for charity, that surging belief in belief shouting out
through your temples, I can’t stand how you make me sick of
making myself sick. You slapped the ******** outta me so quick
I’ve never seen grace move that fast. I thought you'd knock the
grapefruit polish right off your nails you hit me so good.
What a sight you are, kid, so proper and fit, Christ, you could
be therapy: so brunette-in-the-Fall, so full-lipped,
unabashed and Aristotelian, frayed like anything but ****
well stitched, impeccable at the seams.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 8:11 AM UTC
i.
Malkhati, ourn arrangement hath been prearranged, set aside all of past anger's, Sting's from compeer's; knoweth ourn lion from the tribe of Judah, the Messiah draweth near.
ii.
Hush mine love, quiet mine dear, notice the weather's change and the birthing pain's of fear; though we shant faint, we shalt run through Meadow's clear. Wherein nothing shalt compare, to the thing's that we shalt see.
iii.
O' just imagine mine Jane, fountain of life that spring's, from God's throne seraph's gleam, as we'll Stare at Christ's bronze feet. Many table's for a holy feast, None beast's to make their way, for the beast's wilt be left behind us, making their trail's in Satan's day.
iv.
For we mine love, O' we; art messenger's, disciples, for Jesus the lowly Nazarene, now he's on high, his time is nigh, where all shalt shalt see his white robe, in blood dipped, paradise gripped, unearthly flow.
v.
We must be ready mine Asian hunny, for the sky's won't be sunny; that much longer now. The time is here, his call for us, we must speak and YELL OF JESUS, the one whom shalt awake the dead from the dust. Prophecy must be fulfilled mine girl, don't be in angst, of this soon passing world. He is the pearl, that once was rejected, the cornerstone to every broken home, the one in the beginning the builder's once disrespected. But every eye shalt see, every tribe shalt mourn, O' his sweet return, His sweet return. We must prophesy, before this earth doth burn, we bring TRUTH NOT FEAR, mayest love come by storm. Anyone who hath an ear, please heed ourn word's. For the Warning's art on the clouds, driven by storm's. YESHUA HAMASHIACH, He's coming soon, wilt thou listen O' man? Or let Lucifer deceive thou to? Mine Jane, Mine Jane, I seeith him coming;
Holy, holy is his name.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry , prophetic poetry.
©Earl jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou)
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
There was a caterpillar that had no friends
She feared she would be alone in the end
She had all, but given in
She stayed in a trees
And hid behind the leaves
Until she ate them, or there was a breeze
She had become so very fat
All the other insects made fun and spat
Out cruel words, she no longer wanted life and that was that
But before she could eat the poison leaf, along flew a hunny bee
"Hunny child you just dont see
That one day your gonna fly like me"
She looked at him in bewilderment
Surly his brain was a little bent
Wings for her would have to be heaven sent
But she decided to hold on a little longer
Just to prove he couldn't be wronger
That bee's words she would often ponder
The other insects still showed their hate
The more they said the more she ate
She knew they was right she'd never find a mate
So she made a cocoon, to hide herself within
So she no longer heard the words that could condemn
What awaited her would be hard to comprehend
The bee seen the cocoon, and sat and waited patiently
He wanted to be the very first to see
At what a beautiful creature she had came to be
When she emerged the sun hurt her eyes
Many a day had gone by
The sun seemed way to bright in the sky
But then she got a look at her wings, they where gray
"Why didn't God paint them, why are they this way"
At the bee in disgust she shouted, "You should of let me die that day"
"But my lovely one, you are now a creature of the night
And will fly by the enchanting moonlight
And see many many wonderful sights"
"Besides my hunny chid they're wings
You can now fly to the heavens and sing
Your point of view will now change on many things"
"God painted your wings gray
So in the bright of day
Against the tree bark you can lay
And safely sleep the day away"
"God only picks the strongest
To prowl in the moon lit darkness
He only picks the bravest
That at night can help with the loneliness"
The Moth bent her head in repentance
She couldn't even finish her sentence
For she realised in that instance
The bee was talking about her transcendence
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
I could steal your car... Before you stole my heart....
Thats when I felt "Our" love truly start....
I looked like hell....My eye black from fights...
Before my darkness was engulfed in your light....
My weapons of hate kept always near....
Being with you... I forgot all my fear......
My backwards hat... The way i used to dress.....
I must have looked Stupid....... Now i dress for success...
Jail wasn't just seeing my crew.....
It was a hell that kept me away from you....
My **** You's!" and Angry stares....
Are now opening doors.... And pulling out chairs
The respect I "Earned"..... Being told " I Must..."
Means nothing now.... I only want your trust....
Break and enters now a thing in the past...
Because you entered my heart and I want that to last....
Loud music to endless Screams.....
Are now quiet whispers.... Having you in my dreams....
Being an object of someone elses fear...
I know what im scared of... Not having you near...
The concrete heart I used to never feel...
For the first time feels vulnerable... Open and Real.....
All my girls.... My one night stands...
I now tell them all .......Im your "Man".....
Ive been stabbed... Beaten.... Ive been shot....
Losing you would hurt worse... Your all i've got....
I no longer see rivals and want to attack...
I know that you truly ......"Got my back".....
No more white rags to feel I belong......
Your what ive been missing all along....
No longer do I want a connection to "crime"...
I just wanna be with you..... All the time....
I cant believe that your not scared of my past....
I am terrified.... me and you wont last....
Because before you were a "hunny" a "shorty" A "boo"
Now I dont have a word amazing enough to describe You...
To you I was never a GANGSTER..... I was only ever DAVE...
And to me you were an ANGEL... who deemed me worthy to SAVE.....
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
i.
Albeit I'm here
And thou art there;
Many mile's from eachother
Yet still ourn endearment shalt not decrease.
ii.
I am thine own
Thou art mine;
No need to worry mine darling
I'm thine own forever, not a lease.
iii.
Agone juncture's
Of mine second's and minute's of sorrow's;
Art now gone mine treasure
Looketh forward toward's the morrow.
iv.
Interval's shalt pass
With times we both art to busy;
But at the end, when the sunshine bend's
I'll still be waiting for thee mine queen, mine hunny.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
I remember moving in to my old flat
Down in San Jose
It wasn’t much to look at
But it was all I could afford
I was studying a 6 day degree
Hoping it would get me somewhere
It was only dollar twenty five
In the rag
Because we all sometimes have to pray
For small mercies
I had just paid out for another hidden cost
Turns out there are a lot of them
When you haven’t got much money:
$13.02 to get my room key
Or the landlady hits me over the head with a baseball bat –
That’s how a democracy works, we elect a leader
And then they milk us for all we are worth.
A dictatorship works the same way –
Only they don’t bother with voting.
This hunny came up to me,
Lips that could devour a man
A body so voluptuous
It could make a man go insane.
“Excuse me, there’s no toilet roll in the cubicle.”
**** what small hells we make for each other
Even the cruellest of men should be able to wipe their ***
At times of seeing such beauty
We become all gushing
And promise things that are simply beyond us,
In a hope of being rewarded with a mouthful of beauty
Or even better –
A bed.
So I went downstairs and had a near fatal run-in
With the Jamaican landlady
“You won’t be having no pieces of *** in your flat
I-s can be a-telling you that now!”
I returned with the toilet roll
She puckered her lips
Winked and said she would see to me tomorrow
So the next day I went round and said I had
A bit of ailing at the back of my throat
She turned her nose up and said:
“There’s nothing that could be done for me.”
And with that shut the door.
It is such a shame when such beauty gets prissy
But that is the human condition
The more generous you are
The less generous you can afford to be:
Just ask Timon of Athens.
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 4:00 PM UTC
where were u when i took my first steps?
im sorry hunny i was too busy getting drunk.
where were u when i said my first word?
im sorry baby girl i wasnt listening .
i was too busy hitting and yelling at ur mom..
where were you when i first started school?
i was in vermont getting stupid drunk .
daddy whats the point of you being here now?
ur probably just gonna leave me again to go live with YOUR family and i will never see you again .
your gonna do the same thing we told you not to do,
your just gonna up and leave and not realize how much you'r breaking my heart ! :'(
good bye daddy :'(
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 9:12 AM UTC
Its back again. The pain; Love.
She's not mine,
I guess she's his,
For now.
But he's most certainly not hers,
At least he doesn't act like it,
Many are his,
But he is nobody’s,
Selfish.
She deserves better,
Better than him,
Even better than me,
But if for that she'd settle I’d be in eternal glee,
She devotes her heart,
To him.
He doesn't even acknowledge.
My darling girl. She belongs with me,
I’ll treat her right,
I know could and I know I would.
I think this time it's worse,
I've fallen deeper,
It's more than love, it’s obsession,
From the way she moves, to how she talks, to things she finds funny,
Shes amazing, flawless, sweet like hunny,
And her eyes,
They glime in the light,
As if the rays of heaven have shown in my line of sight,
I could stay up till dawn staring at her,
Every seconds still as amazed with her as the last,
To her I beg come to me and leave him in the past.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
washing out the solitude of grace
there's nothing left but the value of your face
a wandering subject of mere confusion
forget all these holds, become an illusion
hot hot fears
i am riddled with your tears
a manipulation of the finest sort
you have ****** me in, cut my breath short
i must agree
you have handled me tenderly
when shit's been rough
you stood tall, stayed tough
but hunny you are harmful
and i've been carrying an armful
step off my merry-go-round
and find yourself some solid ground
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
When she speaketh
Those purest newbirth words
( I loveth thee hunny)
I remember to breathe again...
As tis a respire of fresh air ...
From mine amare....
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
It seems like the tales in my heart
are mired in my soul
scars on my body
are basically just tales of
intense violent mysogony
what I realized
was that my femininity is not what I hate
its the longing to feel safe
to feel okay
in my womaness
to not equate my womanhood with violence.
I am healing
I am working on separating this
on healing the patterns of violence
that I was brought into this world with
from a violent man known as my father
and the men in my family
I feel the anger in my heart
that I have always carried and pointed towards myself
now all I listen to is metal music
and I feel so much comfort
in this music ,
that explains my emotions in words that I can't even describe,
What hurts more
is that I overlooked so many good men
because of the way that my violence,
has painted me into a corner
in my mind.
This is why I choose my healing
above all else.
When we are so mired in our pain
We can barely see that our HELL is HELL,
because part of us thinks that it will always be that way!
I called you crying my tears running down my face
waterfalls of pain,
runny mascara,
In the back of an ambulance
you my brother told me,
you were sorry
but to stop talking
because it hurt you ,
and you were too busy to come
help me!
Well guess what
there was NO ONE ever to help me !!!!!!
I instead had to sit there in the hospital all alone
With nothing to my name
but Police records
Empty faces
pitying looks
And **** kits
I was too bruised too move,
There are some things one can't forgive
and this is one of them.
What's worse is this man who abused me ,
was like all the others
who preach modesty!
Why not preach kindness ,
love
equality
seeing women as equal,
as worthy of everything that you have
just because you have a *****
doesn't make you better than me !!!!
One man who abused me called me
his femme fatale,
oh Hunny,I am worse than that if you mess with me!
I think for so long
I have been more afraid of myself ,
than anyone else
for the rage that is held inside of me
is enough to build buildings with !
So instead of telling you
TO GO FUCKKKKK Yourself ,
which I have already done
to one of the abusers that I had met before,
I will say I remember it all
and my body doesn't forgive!
As the jewish new year comes around
in a few weeks,
I can count on my fingers all the sins that
all these horrific monsters of men
did to me ,
because men like these,
they aren't real men
they are monsters who pertend to be men.
Aug 27, 2023
Aug 27, 2023 at 6:31 PM UTC
My Dear, My Love
I Need Your Attention
Just For A Moment
To Keep It Is Not My Intention
If I Was To Play You Our Song
The One That Drives You Off Our Cliff
Would You Push Me First
Or Would You Just Go Stiff
How Can I Love You
If You're Not Willing To Live
If You Wouldn't **** Me First
How Can I Trust You With A Shiv
Listen *** I Love You An All
But First And Foremost
Can You Love You At All
I Love You For You
And If You Don't Love You Too
Well Then I'll Have To Go
For It's Something That I Just Need To Know
It's Quite An Innocent Plot
No Twisted Old Whispers
You're Just Something That I Am Not
Don't Get Me Wrong
That's All I Want You To Be
For I Didn't Love You Because You Were Me
I Loved You Because You Were You
Don't You See
Listen Darling, For I Do Need You
But I Need You Because Well
I Am Me And You Are You
And That Is Something That Causes Great Pause
See I Can Only Love You If I Am Still Me
So You Can Only Love Me If You Are Still You
If You're A Terrible Driver And You Can't Tie Your Shoe
Yes Love, I Said It
You Should Come First
Because Well Honestly
You're The One That Could Burst
If You Don't Love You Most
It's Simple You See
If It Came Down To Us
I Hope You'd **** Me
So Don't Say You'd Change
Come Love, Don't Be Derranged
Society Says It's Sick
But Hunny, It's The Way We Stick
I am Your Lock
And You Are My Key
So Society I Will Mock
If It Takes You From Me
Don't Ever **** You First
That Creates My Worry
If You're Willing To Leave Me
How Can We Make Putty
If You Would Do Anything
To Save Me From Hell
Then Darling, I'm Sensing
We'll Fall Down A Well
If You Love You
Then I Know It's True
Because Well I Love You In A Tree
And You'll Do What's Best For You
Proving That You Love Me Times Three
If You're Lock Suddenly Stops Fitting My Key
Then Baby, It's Kinda Like You've Set Me Free
If I Fell In Love
With What I Liked
Then What I Wanted
Was The Fight
Don't Love Me Unconditionally
Because Baby, You'll Get Tired
You'll Find A Condition
And We'll Be Re-Wired
You Wouldn't Even Be My Key
So Please Please
Oh Please
I'm Begging You
*Just **** Me...*
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 5:13 AM UTC
If I could send you a song
I'd send you the rain
Because hunny I'm pouring my heart out
The thunder rolling gently in the distance is me whispering your name
And the gentle shower like kisses on your face
My passion is a storm
Cause I'm sending you
The brazen caress of strong winds and strong hands
The crack of hot white lightning up your spine
As I touch you where you like
Every drop sliding down your skin my kiss
The thunder booms out my desire
As the howling wind tussling your hair gives away our pleasure
Do you feel me there?
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 5:59 PM UTC
bzzz bzzz goes the cell phone
****
it reads
My reply
Shush, we're not talking
about you. Movie n wine
at home later? Maybe
jacuzzi?
bzzz
Mmm ill call u love. Im
tired and cant be out late.
I have work 8am to 7pm :\
wow, ain't that lame
to which I say
:-\ ok
a few minutes later on
and I text again
I love you. Im sorry for
being sulky. I just miss
you and really just want
to see you.
there it goes again
I miss you too i love you
so effing much
:-( only 2 days but its felt
like an eternity
Agreed
and then poetry
gets the better of me
My love. You leave me an
empty vessel when you
are away. A ship without
sails. The sun without a
sky.
Her reply comes
Hunny :)
followed up quick
Im going to make this an
early night
Ouch that hurts
Caught me off guard
Do I be sad?
Or do I be smooth?
I cant even talk you into a
quick yogurt session? Ill
drive. Just there and back.
my phone rattles back
Im grumpy tired and
waking up early lovebaby
shoot quick
And I can put you to bed
w a smile on your face :)
Be a little more specific
:)
oh god
and here comes the barage
A back rub, a massage. A
head rub, a hug. A kiss, a
squeeze. Lets just say
that this lil finger went to
market.
And as Ive said, I just
want to see my baby. So I
apologize if Im being
pushy. Ive missed you
more that ever this last
day.
Hehe lovebaby *** youre
adorable
Adorable enough to get
you to agree to a quick
trip to yogurt or
something? Pretty please
w a cherry on top?
Youre.sweet and tempting
like.a cherry :) lovebaby
lets watch the snow fall
one day
Well then have a lil taste
of the cherry. It promises
to have you home by
11:45 :-)
Gah golly u make this
hard
And here it goes
full blown
oh god
oh no
Say yes and it wont be
hard. Say yes and know
you made me the
happiest boy ever. Say
yes and know you get to see
your love. Say yes and
know that my eyes will
twinkle like your own
personal stars tonite. I
miss you :-(
Jack. I love you
One more desperation push
I love you too baby.
What have you got to
lose? And Im sorry Im
hassling you. I really
really miss you.
and then the minutes drag on
a few and then ten
maybe a few more and
Im sorry, Ill stop. I hope
you have a good nite.
Sleep well love. I miss
you.
and then
there it is
I love you
I love you too baby. Im
sorry for being crazy.
and time stretches on
the beats grow long
and in reply
Ill call u whn im home
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 9:26 AM UTC