God dammit, i looked messy ..
Touch; if only you wouldn’t.
Touch; I wish you couldn’t.
Touch; your finger ends up stuck to my lip.
Touch; it ends too fast. What a jip.
Keep those pointers where they are.
Dangling from the moon,
reaching for a star.
Touch; keep your words away.
Touch; hold your hands at bay.
Touch; lock my caution away with the silver.
Touch; such a pain to catch, too long to deliver.
put the top up for me.
We’ve seen it all,
don’t you want to preserve the “we”?
the curves of a real woman
like the curves of a goddess,
perfection and venus
passion she is,
romance she is,
love, fantasy, lust?
appreciating the curves
of a real woman,
will take you thru the night,
responsive to your touch,
delectable to your tongue,
swift and magical.
like a whirling carpet ride
over golden sands,
again and again
like some secret sacred dance,
sending you both
into infinite orgasmic bliss.
and the night
and the beat will go on,
hearts beat in tune together,
and the night
and the beat… goes on
Gazing into the eyes,
I’ve come to realize,
Am not that girl I used to be,
I am now a woman,
Trully loved and cared for,
That young foolish girl,
She’s grown a little,
Ever since that guy,
That one who used to lie,
A decent person,
A person who touches,
Who is apart of me,
Who loves me for who I am,
I can see it in thee eyes,
I am no longer,
No longer that girl,
I am now a woman,
A woman who is loved
What comes to me is nothing called new,
but I never new it in such unfathomable degree…
I have been touched and so deeply affected,
in the complexity of love’s simplicity.
To glimpse love hiding in shadowy eyes,
whispering emotions too big for words…
To know love without needing words spoken,
leaves me breathless in the middle of my world.
She came from a place called Hurt
She held her head high as her trampled heart dragged behind her
Madness was her daily diet and the pain was unrelenting
One day at a time, this was the only she could see a way to survive
She wore heart on her sleeve…. emotion, irrational and extreme – life
She fell into a war zone – she was fighting hard for…
Something around her, and within her, the pain did not fade – she persisted
Her love of humanity, kindness, honesty, real people – GONE
...Or so she believed
Destruction was on the menu – room service never shut down
She fed on risk, disrespect and rejected a world that had never understood
Smash another bottle, drink, snort, laugh, dance, allow no one to see her, know her, feel with her
Then one true heart, a beautiful person – saw her and felt her pain.
The madness, the recklessness, the walls of past held no weight against another true heart – saw her eyes and knew – they would save each other.
Looked in her eyes, she was the most beautiful, lost, and strong girl. She saw a hope, a reason to move, to laugh, and to not look at the heart she dragged behind her.
Like a fairy tale, they were drawn to together, two hurting souls – two people that both shared their unconditional love without fear, blind hearts that were too big, strengths and fears too strong.
She was born with the gift of sight – she does not judge one person from another…her love is pure and she only sees the inner beauty and soul. There is no hiding from her…. her love overrides all.
Daily life as a child…. she was a dreamer… she forever wished her words, her actions, her oddities…oh, to be the same as others.
Then came the music. No words, no questions and no fear – just the pure expression of one soul to another.
So now she dances. In every act and every word… to her beat.
She has found a friend that walks each step, like her, on the clouds one minute – face down in mud the next.
We have been through so much together – I would not be who I am without out the death and the now unshakable resurrection of my beliefs – due to you and your faith in me.
We are born as we are and the self- acceptance and self-love we are earning,
It is life, it is living, It is real and beautiful.
The pain, confusion and fear is forever bonded to the extreme love, faith and instinct in our hearts, uncontrolled and untamed.
We are true to all and yet most will never see even a glimmer of the magic that forever twinkles in our eyes.
Body of a goddess
Face of beauty
Mind of a genius
Heart of a child
Soul of an elder
Eyes that truly see
Lips to kiss
Arms that caress
Hands to hold
Hips of desire
Breast..milk of life
Soft as the petal of a rose