"In those ropes lurks my freedom"
The world encapsulated in darkness Soft velvetblinding my vision The soundsmusic thrumming in the backgroundHis voicereassuring and comforting His touchwarming my skin with each movementThe heatas his palm settles and squeezes The pressurerope biting deliciously into my skinThe stingwhen he...
"This poem is inpired by and dedicated to my Daddy Swag."
She's asking herself Who is he? This writer of words That has captured her heart, And her trust. This writer of words, who has invaded Her every thought. She's asking herself, Who is he? This writer of words that has created a placefor her to safely express Her feelings, her thoughts. She's asking herself Who is he? This writer of words, who has invaded Her sleep, her dreams. She's asking herself Who is he? This writer of words. He is her strength, Her comfort. He is her hope, Her dreams. He is her...
Why is trust so lightly valued. So easily tossed. Into the wind. It takes but a callous comment, To hurt a feeling Or trample a heart. Maybe it should not have been So easily given, Right from the very start....
"Patricia, my last great love"
It was Michelle who finally came to my rescue to break me out of grieving for my Janet. I guess it took nearly a year but she did. While I was not looking, she snuck up on me with the...
"That is you, My Beloved."
In the bazaar.. Or in dark.. My eyes seek none. Except the one, I love And that is you.. My true beloved! In the rain In the pain My heart desires none. Except the one, I revere And that is...
You were warned I am a girlie girlMy emotions exposed on my sleevePlease, love me anyway I have been battered and broken by lifeThose scars will never completely fadePlease, love me anywayI am insecure sometimes hating my own body Yet...
"Getting lost in the moment and each other. For him."
Walking on a twisted path, Us beneath the clouds. Rain drizzles on our heads, Spanish moss surrounds. Walking up the twisted path, Smell of earth and rain.Not knowing where it leads, Not having any aim.A turn along the path, leads...
"Even the pain we hide deep inside finds its way to the surface...."
There are dark and hidden parts of me Parts I don't let even you see I have cracks and broken edges Memories I would love to set freeOftentimes the ones we trust Leave the most damage behind I try my...
"Trust your inner voice to be your guide."
We all have a dark part of ourselvesThat we desperately try to hideA part that is full of worry and fearEngulfed in envy, lust and prideSociety too often becomes obsessed With only our outwardly existence Forgetting what's inside matters mostOur...
"I Want To Be His Good Girl"
The heat is scorching hot, almost unbearable. I can feel tiny beads of sweat rolling down my back, sliding down my spine. My naked body is dripping with perspiration. It tickles in some areas, making me writhe a little. My...
