Wicked wicked Oh so wicked Oh how I love to tease.
Wicked wicked. Oh so wicked. Get onto your knees.
Wicked wicked Oh so wicked Mmmm each lash so lovely on your skin.
Wicked wicked Oh so wicked How it does make me grin.
Wicked wicked Oh so wicked I love the welts the marks galore.
wicked wicked oh so wicked How does it feel to be My whore.
There is no one else in this world that I would give my Love to
No one more than you I cherish.
Our love is strong
Our love is precious.
We would give our lives to each other and die in one anothers arms
Our love is enduring.
Our love is a gift .
We would fight for each other, with no thought of self.
Our love is fierce.
Our love is protective.
We would spend every waking moment in the company of the other.
Our love is euphoria.
Our love is endearing.
We would work as a team to protect others, but never neglect one another.
Our love is compassionate.
Our love is great.
We would create an open world for our children, so they will grow and love.
Our love is important.
Our love is meaningful.
But most of all, our LOVE is the air that we breath, the nourishment that we crave and the strength that we share.
A poem that I wrote for someone who had a large impact on my life.
Tears fallen in the snow
I just cant seem to show
How much it hurts me to watch him go
Tears fallen like the rain
I just cant tell him about the pain
Tears fallen down my face
Im beyond even his embrace
Tears fallen in the sun
Its gone, its lost...It cant be undone.
Weep for the loss
Weep for the broken hearts
Cry not for this
I weep for the love that I just cant seem to feel
I weep for the heart that cant mend
I cry for the man that just couldn't bend
He weeps for a woman gone
He weeps for a love forgotten
He cries for someone he does not know at all
Together we weep for each other
Together we weep for the distance grown
Together we cry for years lost and a pain we just cant show.
I need to run free No clothes No restriction
I have to run wild No sorrow No hesitation
Ive got to run soon No hurt No pain
Sometimes I feel like my soul is crying out, beggin for something that I cannot give it. Screaming for some sort of release that is beyond me. I feel like I need to strip naked, take off into the woods and just run. Keep running until my legs can carry me no farther, until my lungs are screaming for air and my heart feels as though it might just burst from my chest. Like I need to abandon all resposibility and possession. Just run with the wild things, feel the leaves crushing beneath my feet and bend to feel the earth in my hands. Sometimes this urge is so strong that I sit , staring out the window into the woods more than half tempted to do it. To just let go.... What would it be like I ask myself. To run with the wolves, dance with the faires,cry to the heavens and forget all my troubles. I wonder what it might be like to sleep beneath the stars, and try my best to count them all. How it might feel to spend my days wading through the brooks and streams looking for unicorns and wildflowers. What it would be like to find nomes gardens and sleep in the grass beneath the sun, feel the warmth on bare flesh ,without human limitations. Out in the forest, somewhere magical, a place I have only visited in my dreams.
Think only truth. Tell yourself no lies. Love me for me.. even if I’m not your dream Your dream is not mine.
I am colorful, and bare
Light and dark.
I am Love And I can Hate.
Think of me.. Stay with me now....
I am good I am evil
I am forgiving And I am vengeful.
Lustful Sinful Passionate.
When your soul aches, let me kiss you
When your heart breaks, I will mend it
Think only truth. Tell yourself no lies.
I am fresh And I am classic
A freak And a lady
So sweet And so cruel
I am a wild thing Yet I am tame
I speak only truth I am what I am.
Ask me not to change. Love me for all my faces.
If you love me. Then know me, promise me, keep me, protect me, hold me tightly even when you would push me away. Love me enough. Are you with me?
Take it...
My freedom. My life. My very core.
Take it.
My heart. My soul. My being.
Take it.
My breath. My body. My touch.
Take it now....
My everything. Take it now....
All that is me... All that I offer... You'll take it from me We both know you will.
COMMENTS
Why my dear...your poems are all so dreary and dismal. Do you not share an enjoyable moment in your life? Why are you not inspired at those times? Some of the greatest poetry is quite the opposite of yours. You would be surprised where an elegant and joyful poem can get you.
*laughs* You have it all wrong then dear Skie.
This was a poem of the most beautiful joy. The joy in submission. The gifting of another with oneself. This is an expression of love, and joy.
just like your stories your poems are excellent and well written spoken when reading
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