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Monday, February 21, 2011

Killing Me Softly

Senseless killing. Of  my mind, body, and spirit.
Praying on my downfall and distress.
Ok with the combined sounds of love and hate.
You're Killing me softly.

Expectations so high, the clouds envy. Yet my goals and dreams are buried six feet deep.
See, location means everything and represents nothing.
Embellish my existence till Im only gorgeous on paper.
You're Killing me softly.

Stabs to the core of me. Watching my beauty bleed out.
Satisfied my self imaging is now distorted, you smile.
So dependant on your opinion, allowing Only your acceptance to intoxicate me.
You're Killing me softly.

 Invading my body, my passion swallows you whole.
With each stroke, my walls grasp, and You're content when i gasp. a Sign that im still Alive and feeling. Loving the fact that my love tunnel isnt well Traveled. Happy being the only explorer.
You're Killing me softly.

My soul isnt for sale or lease. Only to the universe I decide to release the real me.
Spilling orgasms on the stars, a Galaxy of goodies i leave.
Staying on earth, a piece of me dies every day.
Im now 90% invisible, similar to The Milky way.
You're Killing me softly.

Pre-meditated plots and schemes to suck my spirit dry.
Im every woman's nightmare and every man's desire.
A magnet of maximum moans. I am mirroring lust.
My heartbeats to the tune of captivity. Ready to Flatline at any moment.
You're Killing me softly.

On the other hand, im not ready to break free.
I love my captor and the energy he puts into my keeping me captive.
His choice to crave my elaborate insanity and fear it at the same time.
Delicious crimes against me satisfy his appetite. Everything he needs and nothing he wants.
He's Killing me Softly.

Yet, with each breath i take, he's dying Inside. Im part animal, Pussycat with 9 lives.
His plan for my death is so beautiful though. Ive accepted that no other discoveries for me will be allowed.
My fight for life leaves him wowed.
His creativity to wipe me away, has made me Proud.
No one hears the silent attempts, my poetry makes the Loudest sound.
So, he has to kill me softly.





Tuesday, February 8, 2011

He....



His existence. So Complex and cool.
Im fixated on his eyes. The windows to his soul.
As I peak in, I see myself.
Crystal Clear.
We dont just celebrate the light, we make love through sunsets.
He comes alive in the darkness, such dark deliciousness divine.
Surrendering my fears and taking my dreams off the shelves.
He causes such a beautiful fever. It starts in my thighs and melts my sweet center. Once he pushes inside, he's stuck. A few hip rocks and he's free. Free to roam inside, passion pulsating.
the King of Intimacy. Disecting my desires. Slaying the pain that had My soul in chains.
Ready to keep my literary existence afloat. He inspires me. Turned the I to Us. He even lets me bust first. An explosion of words, moans, and grunts. A series of simultaneous syllables. Tongue full of thunder.
I am. He Is. We Are. Alive.




Cant Help but Wait


Disappointment at one point in time did cloud my true feelings. I admit surprise and sadness simultaneoulsy surrounded my heart. I feel so strung out, my addiction to your mind (the way it works and doesnt work).

You cant leave me for days wondering if I can get high off you again. I analyzed myself night after night, coming to the conclusion that You are worth the pain, the confusion, the anger, the smiles, the warmth, and the cold.

Stranded on this intense island alone, yet i burn a fire every night, so sure of your Rescue. So many planes & boats have found me, only to find your name Carved all over my Soul. They scatter like marbles.

Exile is not a good location for either of us to be, but if You truely wish to reconnect these dots....Do it. Nothing holding you back but the Mental prison walls you've built for Us. I say "Us" because I live there too, I always have. Just been in solitary confinement.

I cant help but wait til the day you Break us Free. WE can live among humans again, just with our Front door close.