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Wednesday, March 12, 2008
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To Be Free... (written March 11, 2008)
Current mood:  enlightened
Category: Writing and Poetry
I order to be freeI must face the truthThe life I once loved is no longer so welcomingInstead I hate every hour and minute left of itIn order to be freeI must learn patienceIn time this place will no longer hold me hereTrapped and confinedIn order to be freeI must adaptSituations will come and goDouble-sided and complexIn order to be freeI must be cleverKeep my enemies closer than any othersFalse-lipped and coyIn order to be freeI must learn to performEverything in this make-shift life is for showDramatic and suspensefulIn order to be freeI must be able to recognizeWhen the moment arrives that I can escapeExhilarated and overjoyedIn order to be freeI must shedThe prison I’ve found myself inControlling and abusiveIn order to be freeI must heal What’s left of my frayed emotionsHollow and full of angerIn order to be freeI must learn to forgiveThose that has injured me with their uglinessDemanding and hurtfulIn order to be freeI must liveThe life I dreamed of as a childFull of joy and happinessIn order to be freeI must discoverThat my heart isn’t brokenInstead I feel it within me strong and resilientIn order to be freeI must open up Let my heart and inner-self be seen by anotherScared and yearningIn order to be freeI must realizeThat the life I want can still be mineOne of peace and tendernessIn order to be freeI must understandThat I’m worthy of everything I’m being given nowLove and devotionIn order to be freeI must learn to be hopefulThis life and the new love I have now will be mineForever and always
Hello Everyone!!
It’s been a long time, but I’m finally back with a working computer... lol
Anyway, I should be posting new poems within the next couple of weeks and catching up on all the other blogs I haven’t been able to read.
This particular poem is dedicated to a sister of mine,
Maria I hope you like it..
Love ya!
Femme:)
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Anthology
By
Nina Simone
Release date: 01 July, 2003
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Saturday, May 19, 2007
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Be Careful What You Wish For...(written 05-19-07)
Current mood:  indifferent
Category: Writing and Poetry
Lately;
I've been hearing your belabored sighs,
seeing your wishful looks,
feeling your heartfelt regret,
as other women cross your path…
I've known
for a while that today
would finally come.
When you stand here in this place
that we've made together,
and give me hasty reasons
as to why you want to leave.
But, all you keep saying is
how you yearn for something new…
Tell me the truth,
I don't want to hear your lies or alibis.
Just come out and say it…
No longer,
am I a beacon you see at night.
Nor the place you come home to during the day.
My bed, my thighs, my love, our life
is no longer what you want.
What you wish for…
So go.
Just leave me here to pick up the pieces
of my heart.
I will as long as your gone.
It's time for me
to set my little bird free.
I love you,
yes, but what can I do?
You have your reasons for walking out
on this life we've made together.
Truthfully, I don't know if I even want you to stay
now that you've opened up
and laid out your hearts desire.
Just be careful dear, on what you wish for.
Because, you just might get it all…
Some time has past since then.
We've both have went our separate ways.
So, now why are you suddenly
calling me,
coming by my house,
dropping in on your old life?
How can I move on
if all I keep seeing is you?
Remember, I'm what you left behind…
I told you back then,
that the grass isn't always greener on the other side.
Instead of listening, you shrugged your
shoulders and said, "It's what I want."
Now your standing here;
talking about how you miss the good old days,
and how your heart keeps taking
you back to the past.
Where I'm at…
You have a new life now;
a new love,
a new lady,
a new home.
Why do you keep coming back to the old one?
Don't regret your life
or the mistakes you've made in it just for me.
Even if that woman and
the home you've made there
is now getting old.
You can't come and try something new with me…
I hear your plea,
No!
You can't stand there
now and ask to come back.
…To the only place in this life you've ever called home…
Your future is there now,
even if your heart is back here with me.
I told you once before to be careful what you wished for,
because you just might get it all…
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Life for Rent
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Dido
Release date: 30 September, 2003
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Sunday, May 13, 2007
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Enslaved... (Written 05-13-07-- Adult Content)
Current mood:  horny
Category: Writing and Poetry
I am
shackled to your bed
My gown
caresses my skin
heightening my pleasure
Intensely I listen for any sound
you may make
I know your watching
I can feel your eyes on me
but
my eyes see nothing
here in your darkness
My entire body
tingles with sweet anticipation
I feel a heady
fire all the way down
to the tip of my toes
This yearning pools
in the center
of my very soul
My breasts ache
they long for your touch
teeth
lips
I fantasize for a moment
about how good your
hot mouth will feel
against my
ever so sensitive peaks
Just that thought alone
has caused my nipples
to crest against
my silken slip
My sweet pot
spills over
I toss my head back
and gasp
This waiting
is causing me to
slowly go up in flames
I jerk against
my silken ties
and call out your name
ever so earnestly
My need
is intensifying
by the second
This seduction of yours
is consuming me
No longer can I just
lay here and wait for you
You have me here
right where you want me
confined to your bed
Helplessly
I listen
as you start to
whisper everything
you would like
to do to me
Yes, my lover
I hear the words
you've uttered
they play against
my skin
escalating my pleasure
tenfold
Come closer
I beg you
I can here your heavy
breathing
Your touch is light
as you trace a
trail from my
luscious mauve lips
down to the tips of my breasts
past my quivering stomach
to
my pleasure spot
I moan as you
crawl up on the bed
grasp my hips
bring me
up to your lips
and have a taste of me
drink
don't stop until
your completely satisfied
Let me thrash here
pull at my ties
and scream your name
when I come
I watch as
you tear my negligee
from my hot body
And
untie these binds
so we can finally meet
here
in this place
where I've been
enslaved by you
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Currently
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The Downward Spiral
By
Nine Inch Nails
Release date: 08 March, 1994
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Sunday, May 06, 2007
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Fallen One... (written 04-28-07)
Current mood:  crushed
Category: Writing and Poetry
I've just fallen off
my angelic pedestal
down to earth,
the sudden impact
cuts my knees
and the grainy sand
blankets the inside
of my mouth.
How far did I fall?
I helplessly gaze up
at the blue sea
above me,
the heavenly sight
clinches my heart
bringing regretful tears
to my eyes.
I see my place within the universe
the image is so clear in my mind
its bittersweet memory
leaves a sour taste
in my mouth,
and a sweet spot of yearning
in my heart.
Perhaps,
one day I will walk
that path once more.
For now,
I must find a place where
my broken heart
and tattered wings
can mend.
The brutal reality is
I didn't fall
on my own.
I had help.
I was pushed.
No longer am I so pearl-strung pure
I've seen what
this dirty place has to offer.
Sadly,
I let every cross done
to me… Happen before my very eyes.
My naive view of life and love
is now twisted
and bitter.
A connubial vow
was broken.
A promise given to me
before an entire cathedral
was ruined.
How can you
choose to forsake something
so revered?
Does our matrimonial vows mean nothing to you?
I cannot stay here…in this place
with you anymore.
I have to
find my own way again.
My life, as I knew it
is no longer welcoming..
And you…are no longer home.
My heart has hidden from me,
no longer does it trust my judgment.
You're supposed to be,
my happily ever after.
No,
I don't know if I can just
forget about what you've done.
Not yet, anyway…
My knees are sore,
my head is pounding,
my heart is lurching against my frame,
beat by beat
I can feel it shattering…
And you, have the nerve to
ask me for forgiveness
after what you've just done to me.
Remember,
You pushed this 'Angel' of yours,
my halo has been tarnished now.
No, this fallen one
doesn't feel so
merciful at the moment.
In fact,
I would like to curl up and cry.
Or, better yet
stand up and walk away.
Leaving you here
in the past
where you now belong.
Hey Everyone!
I just wanted to take a moment
and dedicate this poem
to my dear friend, Ty.
-Femme:)
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No Angel
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Dido
Release date: 01 June, 1999
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Wednesday, May 02, 2007
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Remember Me....(written 02-20-07)
Current mood:  sad
Category: Writing and Poetry
Remember Me,
When you feel rain on your skin,
When you hear music and its rhythm causes you to dance,
When a hug makes you feel contentment,
When the Word of God fills you up,
When you lay in a bed of downy softness,
When you smell the first flowers of spring,
When the sultry summer air lures you to the beach,
When the wet sand gets between your toes,
When the sunset blankets the sky with bright autumn colors,
When a movie causes you to laugh out load or drop a few tears,
When you see your children for the first time,
When you celebrate every holiday season with the ones who love you,
When the day you were born comes around again,
When you start your life's career.
Remember Me,
At these times, think of me
I will be inside you, always.
In your heart of hearts,
Sharing each of these treasured memories with you.
Remember Me,
When the waves crash against the rocks,
When the moonlight touches the floor,
When the first morning light tickles your chin,
When the smell of coffee awakens you from sleep,
When you fall in and out of love,
When your children have babies of their own,
When you sail across the sea,
When you scale the tallest mountain,
When you stare at each new dawn,
When a song causes you to sing loudly in the car,
When your favorite ice-cream is sat before you,
When you're done searching for a soul-mate,
When your aspirations fall apart,
When your dreams come true at last.
Remember Me,
At these times, think of me
I will be inside you, always.
In your heart of hearts,
Sharing each of these treasured memories with you.
Until we meet again.
Hey Everyone!
As most of you know-- my computer was down for about 2 months..
This poem was written just after my grandmother's 'One Year' past.
And, most of this poem was in a letter she wrote to me before she died...
So-- It's kinda like she wrote it..
Enjoy!
Femme
(Oh, and I should be posting more poems and reading more blogs during the weekend)
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Surfacing
By
Sarah McLachlan
Release date: 15 July, 1997
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Saturday, February 10, 2007
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Some Say... (written by me BaracudaBabe 02-10-07)
Current mood: sad
Category: Writing and Poetry
My heart still clenches
every time I visit you
in this place
where the living comes to visit
generations past.
In this early
February morning rain.
Down on my knees
before your double hearted marble stone,
I trace your name softly,
and read the bottom phrase,
as I've done a hundred times before.
Beloved wife,
Mother,
Grandmother,
and treasured friend.
But, in all honesty
you were so much more than that.
Some say,
death is a natural part of life,
but it's not,
the creator never intended mankind to die.
There's nothing natural about this,
This is final,
harsh,
and unforgiving.
Nature,
grows,
conforms,
and even when it's ugly,
it's beautiful.
Death isn't picturesque,
in its final hour,
it's still evil.
Something so malicious,
it crushes the human spirit,
with unforgiving fists.
When a loved one departs from life,
the rest of us are left behind,
to carry on,
living our lives.
Now here in this place
of remembered life,
I talk to you,
as if you can hear me,
and I even wait hoping to hear your response.
But, in all reality,
I'm still picking up the pieces of my broken heart,
they're like shiny fragments of crystals
that blanket the ground.
Some say,
This terrible pain gets easier with time.
Has time not passed by?
The mind consuming pain has faded.
The blaring reality of our limited morality has lessened.
But, the pain of losing you
has not lightened.
With each new
holiday or season change,
I'm only aware of how much time has gone by,
without having you to share all these days.
With each new
memory that I make,
I think of you,
and, realize I can't share these things with you.
No!
The pain has not lessened,
faded,
or dissipated.
I know that
I carry you in my spirit.
I know that
My heart is full of love for you.
I know that
My mind is bursting with memories of you.
I know that
until the day I die,
this is all that I have.
But, I want the real thing.
The rock that I could always lean upon,
the glue that held me together,
the shoulder I needed whenever my life turned upside down,
the friend who loved me no matter what.
And the more I'm aware of your passing,
the harder my grief seizes me.
No matter how hard I hug this tombstone,
or cry in front of it,
nothing will change the fact that you're gone.
And I'm left here picking up the pieces of my heart,
trudging on,
day by day.
Hey Everyone!
I just wanted to take a
moment and dedicate this poem
to my beloved grandmother, Meme.
I will forever miss her.
-Femme
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Surfacing
By
Sarah McLachlan
Release date: 15 July, 1997
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Wednesday, February 07, 2007
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Time after Time.... (written by me BaracudaBabe 02-07-06)
Current mood:  contemplative
Category: Writing and Poetry
Back handed
deceit
can
hit
across
wayside
never
doubt
delusions
will be
believed
Ears
blanket
truths
fabrications
cover
eyes
mind
refuses
whispered
confessions
Toss
aside
reality
sway
beside
destructive
never
changing
direction
toward
healing
Pack
emotions
away
keep
hate
locked
inside
pretend
love
consumes
thoughts
feelings
Honest
emotions
never
noticed
secret
yearnings
always
undisclosed
caustic
lies
believed
time
after
time
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The Very Best of Fleetwood Mac
By
Fleetwood Mac
Release date: 15 October, 2002
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Friday, February 02, 2007
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LIKE LITTLE CHILDREN...(written by me BaracudaBabe 02-02-07)
Current mood:  annoyed
Category: Writing and Poetry
Like little children
you both are
you
pick
play
push
and punch
each other with hateful words
Does it make you
feel superior to run
someone into the ground with
harsh words and strong attitude
Or
better to act
like a five year old child
stomping around
crying loudly
bringing us all down to your level
Perhaps
we are all witnessing how
you both act under-covers
out of the spotlight
if you don't like each other
or you both are so very
Different
why do you operate in the same
circle of friends
Why oh why
do you keep starting arguments with
each other
causing melodramatic whirlwinds to
engulf everyone around you
as though the rest of us has patience
to deal with overly theatrical
adults
Frankly
just stop it
either
make up
and act like the friends you're
supposed to be
Or
drop each other flat
because
this garbage is getting old
fast
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The Best Of The Doors
By
The Doors
Release date: 08 August, 2006
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Sunday, January 28, 2007
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Flipping Again....
Current mood:  cheerful
Category: Blogging
Well, I just got tagged by DeFF and Marie...
(Oh joyous day) LOL
So, here are 20 things about me:
1. My favorite colors are purple, red, and white..
2. I don't like chocolate (or pretty much anything thats sweet) I know, I'm weird. 
3. I play video games all the time-- I have many of the Final Fantasy series.
4. I love to paint with oil or acrylics.
5. I love to watch Court TV.
6. My favorite TV show is Supernatural on the New CW.
7. I sleep with pants and a tank top.
8. I have a teddy bear named, Edward. I've had him since I was eight.
9. I would like to own a Yukon one day.
10. I can handle liquar! And usually, I can handle alcohol and beer mixed! 
11. My favorite foods are hamburgers and salads!
12. Mountain Dew makes me really, really hiper! 
13. I have a blood phobia... I don't want it touching me... (thats why I cant be a nurse or doctor) LOL
14. I also have a sickness phobia... I don't want anyone sick around me, at all.
15. In four years I will be a elementary teacher.. 
16. I love peanuts!!!
17. I love horror movies!
18. I only use Pantene shampoo and conditioner... I wont use anything else.
19. I should've been born in the 70's b/c I love the Rock music that came out of it! LOL
20. I also play Tom Clancey video games with my brother, BUC.
Alrighty, so my victums will be:
1. Mercurychyld
2. Aphrodite
3. Barbara
4. LiL And Lovely
5. Debbie
6. Kitty Katt
7. Vaiva
8. Rebecca
9. Lovescreature
10. rebecca
I'm NOT being gender bias BUT I think that the responses to this will be quite interesting! Oh yeah, and each person I listed is someone I would love to know 10 things about-- anything, everything you want to put.. LOL 
And, to some of you that has already been tagged before.. Sorry.
I'll take pitty on you-- leave a comment to this blog (especially, if you have something in common with me)
Or the 10 crazy facts about yourself in a comment to this blog.
Whichever. LOL
To all the others, enjoy!! 
Luv ye,
Femme
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James Brown - 20 All-Time Greatest Hits!
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James Brown
Release date: 22 October, 1991
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Cyclops... (written by me BaracudaBabe 01-28-07)
Current mood:  drunk
Category: Writing and Poetry
Why did you stop?
We were in the middle of something here.
Your face is filled with shock,
As you blink and look down at me.
What did you just say?
Of course I'm fat.
Duh, you didn't notice this as
you were stripping me naked?
Or sucking my tits,
Or kissing my lips,
Or spreading my thighs.
It's not like you're drunk..
Not like me, anyway.
One too many quarter shots has me
Lying here listening to your babble.
Quickly I'm losing my drunken lust,
it's getting replaced with white hot anger.
Of course, I'd like to continue with this.
Duh, couldn't you tell that I was getting impatient?
When I wiggled my hips against your cock.
Or grabbed your ass,
Or scratched your back,
Or bit your neck,
It's not like I can finish this myself.
Well, actually I can.. (insert naughty grin)
But, you're in the way.
And I'd prefer to get my pleasure from the 'real thing',
Rather then my friend at home.
Didn't you use the two eyes God gave you before you started this screw-fest?
I mean, it's not like you're a Cyclops,
Or in need of glasses,
Or contacts,
Or have double vision.
And I don't have a magical wand that will
instantly make me skinny.
If so, I would've used it years ago.
So, the way I see it Mr. Don Juan,
You have two options;
Finish what you started,
Or
Get the fuck off me.
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Currently
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Skeletons from the Closet: The Best of the Grateful Dead
By
Grateful Dead
Release date: 25 October, 1990
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Saturday, January 27, 2007
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Tag--Your It.
Current mood: cheerful
Category: Blogging
Well, I've just been tagged by Tainted Anngel  LOL  Now I just have to think of 10 things about myself! (this otta be interesting) LOL Here's how you play: Once you have been tagged you have to write a blog with 10 weird or random things, facts, or habits about yourself. At the end, you choose 10 people to be tagged, list their names and why you chose them to be tagged. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You are Tagged" on their profile and to read your latest blog. Hope you enjoy!  1. Not only do I write poetry, but I also write short stories and novels. 2. I listen to all kinds of music-- but I'm a sucker for Rock and Country. 3. I believe in self-empowerment. And I like to write poems that reflect that. 4. I have a clean house, but a messy car. 5. I still watch cartoons, when I get the chance to watch them. 'Dave the Barbarian' lol 6. My mom and aunt are my best friends. 7. I've fallen in love once, and had my heart broken. 8. I love to read!!!!! And, just about anything goes. 9. During the summertime-- I become a fish! jk (I just like to swim alot) LOL 10. I don't believe in prejudice! And I don't befriend anyone like that! Okay, so there's 10 FACTS about myself! So my ten will be: 1. Mark Von Zierenberg- as one of my dear friends, I think others can use some "Boozygods" in their lives... 2. Johnny- Very interesting writer! Takes real-life and transforms it into awesome poetry. 3. Poe- More people should be exposed to "Poe's World" its invigorating! 4. Mercuria's Mandolin- this man's writing is HOT!!!!! I look like this  half the time, while reading it! LOL 5. Marie- my best friend, so she deserves to be punished.. ha, ha 6. SM- simply b/c there is no one else quite like her... 7. Breathing Water, because my Soul's on fire- His writing is raw, full of emotion. It's great! 8. Exit- Now I couldn't leave, sweet M out. lol 9. Finding Jack- I'm quickly becoming a regular on his blogs-- and there always so insightful and real.. I would love to know 10 things about him. 10. -M-- New to her blog, but she's one bad ass writer! Now that I'm finished, finally. I hope all of you that has been tagged, enjoy. Luv ye, Femme
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Devil's Got A New Disguise, The Very Best Of Aerosmith
By
Aerosmith
Release date: 17 October, 2006
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Thursday, January 25, 2007
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Open to You.... (written by me BaracuddaBabe 01-26-07)
Current mood:  hungry
Category: Writing and Poetry
Come inside,
my palace has been
awaiting for you
all these pillows,
silky ties,
and naughty toys
lie around
teasing you with
the promise they hold.
From behind
sultry green eyes,
I watch as you step
farther into this paradise
I made for you.
Like a hungry wanton, I am.
A heady wave of desire consumes me
my breath increases,
as your hard body is
reveled to me.
Thick thighs,
broad shoulders,
strong arms,
perfect body.
I come up behind you
so I can rub my barely clad body
up against your firm backside.
I watch as you tense
and cock your head to the side to look at me.
I move your hair away from you ear
and kiss the tender spot under it
as I wrap my arms around you.
Let me,
be your concubine,
I whisper in your ear.
Before I scratch my nails down your back
ever-so-softly,
and tangle my fingers in yours,
so I can lead you to the bath,
that I've drawn for you.
Sink into its warm wetness
and drift away as I message your body.
Listen to the soft raspy tone
of my voice as I tell you,
all the things that I want to do with you.
Trust me, we will practice all that
the Roman Kuma Satra has to offer.
Let me,
kiss every succulent inch of you
as you stand up in the middle of your bath.
No need for a towel,
my tongue will lick the moisture off you.
Thick thighs,
broad shoulders,
strong arms,
perfect body.
All of your lusciousness
has me panting with need,
reeling with desire,
saturated in witness,
my skin is tingly with expectation,
and my body is shaking with pure unadulterated lust.
Let me,
lead you back into the chamber
toward the bed in front of the fire.
Take a moment,
relax,
simply fall back,
with arms spread open,
onto cushioned softness.
Loose yourself in this nirvana,
let the silky black sheet caress your naked limbs,
the wispy thing can lick its way over your hip.
Feather richness cups your head,
as a contented sigh is released from your juicy lips.
This heaven is yours
for the taking
all you have to do is ask.
Watch as I slowly undress,
I see you there,
gasping for breath as I
reveal my silky curves to you.
Let me be your gypsy,
gaze at the gyrations of my full hips,
as they sway to the soft music playing.
This seduction is my gift to you,
so far away from my normal dominance,
tonight I will not be your master,
instead, you will be mine.
I will show you this
soft passionate side of me,
that I know you've been searching for.
Let me,
crawl up on the bed
until my creamy center is touching you,
beckoning you to come inside.
Listen to my moan
as you drive inside.
Wrap your strong arms around me,
as I grasp your shoulders,
kiss your neck.
This sensual ride is something we both yearn for,
and after our potent climax
sink back into a downy bliss,
with a sigh on your lips.
In this place,
you'll always be welcomed.
My bed, is like my legs
open to you.
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Currently
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The Very Best of Prince
By
Prince
Release date: 31 July, 2001
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Tall, Tall Mountain....(written by me BaracuddaBabe 01-25-07)
Current mood:  infuriated
Category: Writing and Poetry
How could you
Stand there
Bring her down
Snatch her dreams
Crush her hopes
Mock her faith
Toss away her love
Never realizing she has a choice
She carries on day by day
Living with a sadistic lover
Why can't you just let her go
Even if you may not want to loose
Not everything is set on the standard of win, loser, draw
You've cut her down low enough
By the waist side-- closer to the ground
She may not even realize that they're other directions
She can go
Instead, she'll plead and beg for you to stay
Stay in her life
You've convinced her, with your mendacious mouth | | |
