Sara Kellie Dec 2017
My name is Sara, a transgender chick
Wanted a fanny, was given a dick
I hide it in knickers of satin and lace
before sitting down to make-up my face,
Next the prosthetics, I'm using two bits.
Stuck to my chest, they'll do as my tits
Now for my legs I'll put on false tan,
I wouldn't do this if I were a man
Alternative nights, a t-girl delights
to sit on her bed and pull on new tights.
I'll put on a dress, a cute one no less.
Then for my shoes, high heels I choose
A sandal style shoe as every girl knows
not only looks cute, they'll show painted toes
A bit of eyeliner, eyebrow definer,
lipstick and blush, I'm now looking lush.
I stand in the mirror all ready to go,
there's only one question I just have to know.
"Does my bum look big in this?"

Poetry by Kaydee.
I wrote this poem in 2010 shortly after introducing myself as Sara to the world.
Sara Kellie Jul 10
Lipstick kisses,
we're both wearing red.
I motion her over and onto our bed.
Blood red smeared across our lips.
I keep her enticed, I straddle her hips.
Seductively playing,
I'm touching my lips.
Long acrylic nails,
for us never fails.
I show her a dildo and
she gently wails.

She's waiting,
my sweetheart,
I lust her so much.
We fuck, we're on fire
and I wonder,
which of us holds the power.
I, in all honesty is hoping it's her,
'cause then I'll continue this life
in her beautiful blur.

Poetry by Kaydee.
A girl in love with another girl.
Ræd Jul 29
On one sunny day, in the mid 40s'
a young, handsome fisherman and a beautiful woman, a light red scarf loosely on her head, with her long midnight black hair showing
exchange glances at each other, only to realise they are falling for each other
With unspoken words, she left the scene, head turned his way and smiled at him with ruby red lipstick on her lips
The next day, on the beach
she comes to his fish stall, in awe of her beauty, he barely utters any word,
only to say " how many? "
" as usual ", she said
He gives more than 'the usual'.

It has been days since he last saw her,
where is she? why hasn't she come by my stall?, he thought
He decided to go to her house and give her, his catch of the day
She came out, eyes on the basket full of fish on the wooden porch
the sun beating down upon his face, his eyes on her adoringly
" I wish to make you my wife, Leah. I will work hard, save as many pennies I would to provide you ".
" Money is not what matters to me, Othman, I only see heart ".

Music playing in the living room, Leah and her son dancing, hands to hands and his toes on top of hers
Othman only watches them while sewing fishing nets next to the porch, smoking cigars
A few of sailors had come home to their wife and children,
full of laughter and tears just to welcome them

Sailing has been a dream of Othman for a very long time
he decides to sail the world, hoping for riches, and promises Leah that he will return.

Years gone and she is still waiting for the love of her life to come home, postcards after postcards, and
last one from him was from Hong Kong, probably that's where he is now
she then decides to go there and in search of him,
No sight of him. Nowhere.

And
61 years later, Leah still waits for Othman.
there was a time where we would sacrifice anything just for love
E li za Mar 21
When a girl doesn't smile a lot
Maybe something sad like pain of the past spoiled her heart

When a girl used to frown a lot
Maybe she did something bad like buying people's flak

But smile even they don't understand
They will never understand this sting cut in your hand

She won't truly smile anymore
But maybe with lipstick of deceit she'll try for sure

It rains when she smiles going home
As she can never fool the clouds when she hides her gloom

Smiles she keep but inside she weep
Raindrops joined her tears to streams to seas and ocean deep

Smile at least 'til you're ninety eight
By then stars outshine your teeth, frown all you want asleep
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