Late night thirst
She's a shy young woman, who's nervous around me,
She's worried that I'll try her as just another fling,
But I see in her eyes lust and desire,
I have an idea of what she desires.
I pull her close and to test her desire,
As I kissed her neck,
Her blood become fire,
I drew her closer, pressed my body against hers,
She becomes flustered, trying to stay in control.
I kiss her lips, I hold her still,
She draws away slowly, drying not to blush,
I caress her chest; I left her in awe,
I twirled my on her breast, she lost her Breath,
I gripped her waist close, she felt my desire,
I turned of the lights, and fulfilled her desires
I walked her into my office, in the middle of the night,
Laid her on the table, slipped her pants off slow,
I admired the site of her sweet essence in front of me,
I kissed her thighs, my pants tightened slightly,
I moved the match that would strike an inferno slowly across her lips,
And I gave her soul a nice long kiss.
I felt her squirm as I started that fire,
My Strong Tower
The blows that society throws weaken me,
Bruised from the `Sticks and stones` are projected at my frame,
All manner or `botheration` hunting me down,
Even in the seemingly safe realm of dreams.
When my back is against the wall,
And all of my hope has faded,
I restore my hope by looking within my soul,
To a place which is odd even to me.
This place within my soul,
Fills me with the strength and pride of a Mountain,
like a shield against this worlds fury.
Like a mighty protector,
never moving, or falling for anyone.
Because this my health is restored,
and my heart is made bolder,
my faith in my self and my Lord are restored,
All Because of my strong tower...HOPE
Wailing goes on in my mind,
and my heart slowly weeps,
As I long to be with you,
Even when we meet in our creep.
With the fall of shadows,
And the nights sky our audience,
we embrace our passion.
As we partake of this forbidden fruit.
Our eyes fill with passion,
our souls are set ablaze,
As we two, seemingly become one,
In a seemingly forbidden embrace.
What is Love
Some say love is verb,
not an emotion that is truly felt.
Some say love is blind,
because the one you fall in love with may not love you back.
Some say love is cruel,
because like many before them thought they were in love,
felt all the emotions depicted by media,
and assumed the best.
But when they were hurt, scorned, and reviled,
they came up with these notions;
depicting that love never cruelty existed.
What is love?
Love is the truth,
Love is like the Caribbean Sun,
Blazing bright in the hearts of individuals,
Love is Blind,
for you can never tell who you will fall in love with,
Love is a verb, but it is also God,
For God is Love.
Bold, opaque, full of darkness,
Doubtful, hard headed, full of hate,
Twilight without moonlight in the sky,
such was my life, such was my pain.
Fruitful, love filled, shy and strong,
Imaginative, freaky, and maybe a little fly,
Pure, clean, and sensitive to touch,
such was my love, and such was her life before she met me.
Within a void, we too did greet,
Eye to eye we two did meet,
and in an instant did we both find,
the needed yin, to balance out the yang.
Now the nights have bright full moons,
Boldness is now meekness, and shy is now confident,
What once was opaque, is now made clear,
Because of her love, I no longer have fear.
Desire: What every lover
I lay here a blubbering mess,
missing your smile,
your smile which is a sight that can
only be matched by the glory of the sun, or the allure of the moon.
When I lay here alone,
I can feel you in my arms,
As though we lay together,
Thinking of nothing more than being with each other.
I remember each kiss I ever gave you,
on every part of your honey sweet skin,
the lust i have for you swelling,
but never leading to sin.
I remember each touch,
and each kiss,
each loving embrace ,
I only saw you yesterday,
but i find myself wanting for you again.