Becoming Beautiful22:14 Nov 28 2007
Times Read: 839
A smile was a gift, it made it right,
to look, stare, was sheer delight.
A tear, confused, helpless,
he's gone, doors close, life's a mess.
In walks I, brash and bold,
warming her heart from the cold.
Jokes, laughs, smiles, all growing,
confidence and trust now flowing.
Then out the blue it stops,
all that once was, now rots.
Oh how thoughtful
she was just Becoming Beautiful.
Guardian Angel10:14 Nov 28 2007
Times Read: 844
Soothing, warming, loving,
confident in love.
Needing, wanting, knowing,
lighting my way.
Pointing, showing, realising,
my weakness is many.
Silent, perfect, stern,
unconditional.
Strength, smiling, dying,
Always loved.
Mum and Xmas13:52 Nov 23 2007
Times Read: 854
Another xmas without my mum,
already the feelings have begun.
Memories of smiles, loud happy cheer,
the men in the lounge drinking their beer.
The women in the kitchen,
tending the grub and joking.
Cousins and I playing by the tree,
eyeing what presents are for me.
Total respect my mother commanded,
and she was, without it being demanded.
A smile to truly warm the heart,
so much food, where to start.
The presents get opened, where's mum?
back in the kitchen clearing up again.
Xmas is no big deal anymore,
losing her kinda closed that door.
Now my kid is growing fast,
for her I try to make it last.
Hiding emotions, locking them down,
stopping tears when she's around.
So xmas is back with silent tear,
turn up the music and hide my fear.
Potions of love12:31 Nov 23 2007
Times Read: 857
Witch or Wizard I may not be,
but if I could cast a spell on Thee.
To guide your days, make them safe,
to guide your nights to my embrace.
Magic to entice you to my bed,
Loving you from foot to head.
Drink the magic that is called love,
drunk from the goddess of above.
But sadly no magic can I make,
open to elements that may forsake.
What if it's she who has the magic,
my life may not seem so tragic.
Love may be the magic that I seek,
so life may not be so bleak
I saw a sparkle in her eye,
she knows for her I'd die.
She need not cast spells or such,
I already love her so very much.
When she walks through me door,
eternally, I will love her more and more.
She Came Back ----- **SEXUAL CONTENT**
11:08 Nov 08 2007
Times Read: 890
She’d actually been there awhile.
Watching, listening, waiting.
‘Her choice’ to come back – he warned her last night , didn’t he!!
“Don’t play” he said “put your shirt back on” he gently told her
and like a fool --- she did
she never heard him add the words “you’re not ready yet” for that was a whisper.
She did hear however “next time you come to bite – be warned, expect more”.
So confused she was last night, was he so senseless to see it – was it the demon inside him that wanted to devour her sexually and not allow him to see this loving woman-child, she would have given in without a struggle too. She was passionate but had always been submissive, she was eager but doubted her own ability.
But she was there, she had actually ‘come back’. She knew he sensed her, hadn’t he always known her smell.
She sat on a chair in the corner of his bedroom – oh yes he knew she was there.
The night air was ‘very warm’, ‘close’, almost humid.
Suddenly with eyes closed he threw off the bed cover. He lay there naked. She, in all this time of blood letting with him had never actually seen his body.
Curious, she rouse out of the chair to see what she longed to feel.
She was convinced, he knew she was there. Why did he toy with her, why didn’t he wake and throw her down and take her ---- she would have loved this, not just for the excitement but also in her head she could have justified being unfaithful to another, she needed ‘the excuse’ – how pitiful.
But she came back..
Now as she lowered herself to the side of his bed she saw his organ, he was sleeping but gently teasing himself with his hand – incredible, before her eyes his organ grew, average size she thought, but still a vision of splendour, she felt her nipples go hard beneath her blouse.
He continued to tease and taunt his genital, he now had his hand gently wrapped around his stem, oh so gently he manoeuvred his hand up then down like a dance, slowly the speed would increase.
She lent rudely closer, she had never seen a guy masturbate before, it amazed her.
She noticed he released his grip somewhat, as if to deliberately tease himself.
A split second thought entered her mind --- if he knew she was there, was she being taught. This thought left as quickly as it came.
She noticed his balls gently swelling, filling with seaman she thought, she had done biology at school but it wasn’t her best subject – how she wished she had paid attention now.
Still in rhythm his hand went up and down gently reaching the rim of the dome – he was Jewish she noticed, they never really spoke about that. It didn’t matter to her, he could have been from the moon she would have still secretly loved him anyway.
He was speeding up now, she heard his breath and heartbeat quicken.
As if like a dare she moved her hand towards his balls, she wanted to touch, needed to feel him.
Not interfering with his rhythm, she gently caressed his balls.
She hadn’t noticed that she herself had become wet from the thrill of seeing this.
As his balls went up to the groin to release ‘the gift of life’. She knew then and there, she must bite him, she needed to know the ‘face’ he saw that inspired this night of self-abuse .
She wanted him, needed him – she hated herself for it.
With a gentle moan he exploded.
Her curiosity had left her pretty face scarred with a little of the seaman, she even caught a little taste, she didn’t mind, after all it was his and she loved every fibre and cell both in and out of him.
She moved towards his neck.
The Moon Goddess18:07 Nov 03 2007
Times Read: 904
So bright she shines, a true queen,
blanketing the earth with her beam.
Droplets of dew glisten and lay,
caught like diamonds in her ray.
Animals frolic and look up to stare,
without a sound, without a care.
The forests and fields of green,
are covered by this wondrous gleam.
So powerful is her pull,
even the ocean awaits her call.
Harbouring all secrets of the night,
bearing witness with her sight.
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