poetry

All I Ask Of You

Be love,
In all its forms,

Not just words that dissipate into air,

Love me,
Truly love me,
Wrap me with the words you proclaim,
Tie me down,
So that I may feel them bind my soul,
My heart,
Love me in all loves physical forms,
Celebrate me,
Adorn my mind with your charms,
Leave me wishing,
Wanting,
Nothing more,
Than your nourishment,
To feed my hunger,
Desires,
Until the bitter end,
Of life,
Love me,
Truly love me,
With all your heart.
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Altered Uninverse

I stood there in the mirror and I painted my lips red,
Pressed the tissue to matte them dry,
My heart began to beat rapidly,
Out of control,
And I was flushed,
Anticipation raced against the clock,
I starred,
Stood frozen,
I glared at the time,
Began to worry,
Am I enough?
Will the ends of my curls shine in the light?
Hug areas of my back just right?
Will my black lace accentuate my curves,
Tease with allure?
Will he hunger to smear the red off my lips?
Does my black baby doll flow with grace?
Will he ravish me while I stand in place?
Do my heels make me stand tall and frame my fair skinned legs?
My heart races,
I start to pace,
Why do I worry today?
Now?
And not yesterday?
Did the universe shift?
Do my emotions drift?
Did I surpass lust?
Am I in love?
With the wave of my hair,
The glow of my fair skin and blood red lips,
He looked in my eyes and said I looked amazing,
My fear faded,
He kissed my lips,
And I fell deeper in love,
Deeper in my vulnerability,
And he came to me,
In me,
And my world would be no more.

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My Sexual God

Standing behind me I feel the warmth of your breath lighting up my senses,

The kiss behind my ear and the touch of your hands drinking me in,

My body responds with chills,

My knees begin to buckle at the thought of what is to become,

My soul begins to dance with yours,

Swaying to each caress,

Instinctively I turn and drop to the floor,

I begin to caress you my god,

My kiss I plant upon you,

The gentle flickers of my moist mouth,

Your divine taste intoxicates me,

High with the scent of your skin,

My soul is fed and I let you in.

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Drinking You In

walking down the path of danger I stopped to breathe you in,
that familiar scent leaving me intoxicated,
an old faithful drink I am left in awe,
going down so smooth,
as dangerous as ever,
I want to drink you in,

sway my mind,
the warmth inside,
drunken fool the taste to hard to ignore,
hand me another before it gets too cold,
I like it warm,

soothing my soul,
dancing between the sheets I dream,
my man it’s you and I,
losing my way,
holding my hand you can call upon this day,
anytime and I am there,

silly little day dreamer,
lets get lost,
forget the world,
society what have may,
take me away,

bury my soul and mind,
lets run away,
get carried away for good this time,
off in a world that is just yours and mine,
settling for nothing but to please you,
the last drink,
I drink you in….

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Kiss of Death

My strength is slowly weakening and I feel the anguish within calling to you,
I want to reach out, I still miss you,
You’ll reach back as you always do,
It’s your trickery to pull me back in,
Daily reminders ring throughout the day don’t do it,
I’m about to plunge into the pool of fools,
Self-sabotage my heart once again,
I can’t fix what can’t be fixed,
We can’t turn back the clock where you began to cut up my heart,
Wheeling the knife, I brought myself to your kitchen,
Jumped upon the cutting board all for the sake of a kiss,
The kiss of death,
The blood slowly dripping out from my veins,
You diced my love a little here and there,
You knew I was naive and in love,
Playing me all along for personal gain,
The passionate girl striving to please all your needs and desires,
Opened my soul and you cut out my heart,
I want it back,
I want the moments where time stood still,
I want to do it all over for you,
My mind is poisoned and filled with thoughts of you rotting me inside,
You are my death,
You are the depression weeping from my eyes,
There is no positive here yet I find love,
You are the butcher, who cut me to pieces and sold my soul to the streets of hell,
The modern day devil of no other kind,
And I sold my soul to be with you,
I’m internally damaged,
Packaged for sale,
Left on the discount table,
Sale of the day,
Discarded piece of meat I am….no more.

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The Pleasure Artist

He paints a picture of pleasure with the perfect stroke,
Applies just the right touch of imagination,
Adds visual power to captivate my soul with his artistic flare,
Always leaving me desiring more,
It’s music to my eyes,
Then he shits on my masterpiece with his inattentive ways…..

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She is Real

Intrigued by the words,
Captivated by the her sex,
Look deeper into her soul,
There is more than meets the eye,
Your high awaits,
Not from the way she moves,
Not from the way it feels in the flesh,
Take yourself to new spiritual heights,
Open the doors, open your heart and mind,
There is love unknown,
You’ll be amazed,
Come undone,
And just learn to feel,
She is real.

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357 Magnum

She’s deadly and seductive,
Beautiful, erotic and her blood sings,
Her love is a drug,
The kind you can’t live without,
She’s mind fucked you,
Cruel and unkind,
You’ve got to have her love,
Make her yours,
Spread her wide,
Yearning to be inside,
Her and her thoughts,
You’re going insane,
About to go down the dark side of the road,
There is no return from here,
Locked up or murdered,
Passion now rules your heart, your mind and you’ve reached the point of no return,
She owns your mind.

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