That image you formed from your imagination. From the shape of the eyes to the thickness of the thighs; the person you envisioned me to be.
Simply vanished.
Words spoken so softly in your ear, you could swear I was sitting right next to you. My fragrance lingers in the air. You could swear I just walked past you. The smile on my face. You could swear I was standing right in front of you.
I'm just a vision simply vanished.
From the taste of my lips, to the sway of my hips and the softness of my skin.
I'm just a vision simply vanished. Reaching out for me on those cold night. Staring at a picture of what use to be us, watching my image just disappear into thin air. Like I was never there, but you promise on everything; you swear you just saw me.
I'm just a vision simply vanished.
My laughter torments your ears. My features cast a permanent shadow on you brain. Causing you cold sweats and you to call out my name, but there is no answer. Just silence. My silhouette appears you come dashing near, just have the vision once again disappear. Going crazy maybe? Are you driving yourself insane. Trying to remember the last time you felt me touch on your frame. Sitting quietly. No lighting in the room. Thoughts going a mile a minute of what happened to me and you. Trying harder than ever for your imagination to yet again create something you thought was just perfect, but nothing seems to be the same. My portrait again seems to want to play games. Trick and treat on your membrane. And again you try and hold on, but in the blink of an instant I'm gone. I'm just an vision simply vanished.
As you try to breathe easy. Not worry about the images floating around of me. Damming me, because you claim my illusion is sweetly haunting you. Tears you shed. Beaded brow you wipe. All because you wish you could take back those words you said that night. Now all you see is my vision simple vanished.
Lady R © 2011
This is the imagination I possess, the passion I uphold, the intriguing that I cause you to have. Enjoy the journey into my mind, heart, soul, and depths of my freaky nature.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Breakfast
As I picked up my clothes off the floor and headed to my bedroom, it took everything in my power not to turn my ass back around and finish what I started. I didn't mean to turn myself on by teasing him, but damnit I did. I shook my head at myself as I walked into my bathroom and got ready for bed. Walking back out; I saw the candles had been blown out. (I hope he's not to mad at me) I snickered while climbing into bed. Turning out my lights, I tried to drift off to sleep my. My mind was racing with all sorts of naughty thoughts. I wanted to act on them, but I didn't want to move so fast. (damn he so sexy to me.) Forcing the thoughts out my head, and closed my eyes to sleep. My body was temperature started rising and my pussy started talking to me; I could swear she was cursing me out because I teased the shit out of her. I stuffed a pillow between my legs trying to shut my pussy the fuck up, and again tried to go to sleep. Finally I started to drift off. I could still feel his lips all over me; my chest, my neck, my thighs, my lips, both sets. Next thing I know my fingers tap dancing on my throbbing clit and I started moaning. Louder than I wanted, but it started feeling so good. (I hope he don't hear me. Then again, maybe he should.) I stopped when I thought I heard foot steps, but I guess my imagination was running away with me. Finally being able to release myself. I went to sleep.
Stretching and looking at the clock, the time said 9:30am. Grabbing my tank top and sweats, I went to the bathroom to freshening up, then headed to the kitchen. I could smell something delicious coming from there. (I know he didn't cook breakfast) I thought to myself smiling. Sure enough he did. He was in the kitchen with just his boxers on. Looking good as ever. I stopped and leaned against the door. Turning around he smiled at me. "Good morning lovely", he said. Smiling back I replied "Good morning Hun." "It's almost ready, have a seat." I sat down at the table where he had fresh fruit cut up in a bowl and my orange juice already waiting for me. Breakfast was done. He sat a plate of waffles, eggs, and turkey bacon in front of me. (Damn and he can cook, major plus).
"So how did you sleep." He asked. "Pretty good." (I lied) I saw a smirk cross his lips as he sat down next to me with his plate. "And what is that little smile for." I asked him. "Oh nothing." He said.
"Uh huh." I continued to eat my food. We made more small talk and talked about what was on the agenda for today. I told him I planned on taking him on a tour of the city. Hitting up the mall for or movies, maybe even the aquarium. "Anything you want to do." He said. "Okay." Was my reply. We finished the food on our plates and the last thing left was the bowl of fruit. He picked up a piece of the peach slice and ate. The juice dripped down his chin and the bad girl in me was starting to awaken yet again. "Why you looking at me like that?" He asked. I guess I was staring. "Nothing. I said. I picked up a piece of pineapple and slowly sucked the juices from it before twirling my tongue around it and putting it in my mouth. "Oh so that's how you going to play it huh." He asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just eating my fruit bowl. (I knew damn well what I was doing; teasing."
"Oh, I can see that." He said. "But let me help you with that." He pulled me closer to him; taking a piece of watermelon he rubbed it across my lips and then kissed me sucking the juices away. (Damnit boy) was all I could think of. He then took the same piece of fruit and rubbed it across my neck and quickly his tongue and lips attacked me. Whimpers of pleasure left my lips. He whispered in my ear; "You like that don't you." I just nodded my head yes. "Stand up." He demanded. I did what I was told. He removed my tank top, leaving me topless in my kitchen. Picking up another piece of fruit he dipped it in my glass of juice and let it drip down my chest. Biting my lip I couldn't wait to feel to his lips on my nipples again. The juices dripped all the way down my stomach. Where the juice dripped his lips went. Then..omg then unexpectedly; he lifted my off my feet and sat me on the table. I was shocked and excited at the same time. He massaged my thighs through my sweats, moving his hand upward towards my pussy. I knew he could feel the heat coming between my thighs. (Shit, that feels good). I closed my eyes and enjoyed my pussy massage.
"Hm, these sweats are in the way of the real fruit I want to taste." He said as he got up from the table. Reaching in the drawer he pulled out some scissors and cut the crotch out of my pants! I don't know why, but that shit instantly made me gush. He saw it. Then he took a piece of strawberry; opened my legs wide, and placed it in my pussy. (Oh shit!) Then he pushed a pineapple inside and then a grape.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He didn't answer. He got up again and got the whip cream I didn't know he had bought from the fridge. Shaking it he layered my pussy with it. I asked again, "What are you doing?" He looked up at me as he sat down; "I'm having my fruit bowl. Do you mind?" Before I could even reply, his face was between my legs. His tongue was diving deep into my me. I held his head in place as he sucked the fruit out of me. (Damn it!). His finger worked my clits the same time his tongue did. I heard a "pop" sound every time he sucked a piece of fruit out. Rubbing his head I pleaded with him not to stop, to go faster, slower, harder, deeper. I begged him to fuck this pussy with his tongue. It was getting so good I started speaking in tongues! He nibbled and tugged a little at my clit. I love a little pain with my pleasure. He placed on leg on his shoulder and really got in there. I was now laying down on the table. He pinched my nipples as he ate his fruit. Smacked my thighs. Then flipped me over to dig in from the back. Spraying my body once again with the whip cream, he licked me from the small of my back, from the bottom and back up to the top of the pussy. I was so ready to bust a nut. I knew he could tell. He had super suction going on with my clit. My moans turned into yells. I'm sure who ever was walking by my door that morning heard an ear full. Like I gave a shit lol. "Give me that juiciness." He said as he smacked my ass repeatedly. I tooted my ass as high as I could so he could get as far in there with his tongue as possible. That he did. That tongue of his was so thick, fat, and hard. I feel like I just described his beautiful ass dick, which I knew had to be hard right now. Thinking about that dick I passed up lastnight had my pussy craving to feel him; so much so I was about to get this first nut out and get ready for the real round. Long hard licks, followed by tornado flickering on my clit was about to send me over the edge. Screaming out baby, daddy, papi, fuck I'm about to cum! And he stops.
"Wait?! what you are doing?" I asked with a shocked look on my face. "Oh, I'm out of fruit, so I guess breakfast is done. Then he smiled and walked out the kitchen. (WHAT THE FUCK!?) ugh.
Stretching and looking at the clock, the time said 9:30am. Grabbing my tank top and sweats, I went to the bathroom to freshening up, then headed to the kitchen. I could smell something delicious coming from there. (I know he didn't cook breakfast) I thought to myself smiling. Sure enough he did. He was in the kitchen with just his boxers on. Looking good as ever. I stopped and leaned against the door. Turning around he smiled at me. "Good morning lovely", he said. Smiling back I replied "Good morning Hun." "It's almost ready, have a seat." I sat down at the table where he had fresh fruit cut up in a bowl and my orange juice already waiting for me. Breakfast was done. He sat a plate of waffles, eggs, and turkey bacon in front of me. (Damn and he can cook, major plus).
"So how did you sleep." He asked. "Pretty good." (I lied) I saw a smirk cross his lips as he sat down next to me with his plate. "And what is that little smile for." I asked him. "Oh nothing." He said.
"Uh huh." I continued to eat my food. We made more small talk and talked about what was on the agenda for today. I told him I planned on taking him on a tour of the city. Hitting up the mall for or movies, maybe even the aquarium. "Anything you want to do." He said. "Okay." Was my reply. We finished the food on our plates and the last thing left was the bowl of fruit. He picked up a piece of the peach slice and ate. The juice dripped down his chin and the bad girl in me was starting to awaken yet again. "Why you looking at me like that?" He asked. I guess I was staring. "Nothing. I said. I picked up a piece of pineapple and slowly sucked the juices from it before twirling my tongue around it and putting it in my mouth. "Oh so that's how you going to play it huh." He asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just eating my fruit bowl. (I knew damn well what I was doing; teasing."
"Oh, I can see that." He said. "But let me help you with that." He pulled me closer to him; taking a piece of watermelon he rubbed it across my lips and then kissed me sucking the juices away. (Damnit boy) was all I could think of. He then took the same piece of fruit and rubbed it across my neck and quickly his tongue and lips attacked me. Whimpers of pleasure left my lips. He whispered in my ear; "You like that don't you." I just nodded my head yes. "Stand up." He demanded. I did what I was told. He removed my tank top, leaving me topless in my kitchen. Picking up another piece of fruit he dipped it in my glass of juice and let it drip down my chest. Biting my lip I couldn't wait to feel to his lips on my nipples again. The juices dripped all the way down my stomach. Where the juice dripped his lips went. Then..omg then unexpectedly; he lifted my off my feet and sat me on the table. I was shocked and excited at the same time. He massaged my thighs through my sweats, moving his hand upward towards my pussy. I knew he could feel the heat coming between my thighs. (Shit, that feels good). I closed my eyes and enjoyed my pussy massage.
"Hm, these sweats are in the way of the real fruit I want to taste." He said as he got up from the table. Reaching in the drawer he pulled out some scissors and cut the crotch out of my pants! I don't know why, but that shit instantly made me gush. He saw it. Then he took a piece of strawberry; opened my legs wide, and placed it in my pussy. (Oh shit!) Then he pushed a pineapple inside and then a grape.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He didn't answer. He got up again and got the whip cream I didn't know he had bought from the fridge. Shaking it he layered my pussy with it. I asked again, "What are you doing?" He looked up at me as he sat down; "I'm having my fruit bowl. Do you mind?" Before I could even reply, his face was between my legs. His tongue was diving deep into my me. I held his head in place as he sucked the fruit out of me. (Damn it!). His finger worked my clits the same time his tongue did. I heard a "pop" sound every time he sucked a piece of fruit out. Rubbing his head I pleaded with him not to stop, to go faster, slower, harder, deeper. I begged him to fuck this pussy with his tongue. It was getting so good I started speaking in tongues! He nibbled and tugged a little at my clit. I love a little pain with my pleasure. He placed on leg on his shoulder and really got in there. I was now laying down on the table. He pinched my nipples as he ate his fruit. Smacked my thighs. Then flipped me over to dig in from the back. Spraying my body once again with the whip cream, he licked me from the small of my back, from the bottom and back up to the top of the pussy. I was so ready to bust a nut. I knew he could tell. He had super suction going on with my clit. My moans turned into yells. I'm sure who ever was walking by my door that morning heard an ear full. Like I gave a shit lol. "Give me that juiciness." He said as he smacked my ass repeatedly. I tooted my ass as high as I could so he could get as far in there with his tongue as possible. That he did. That tongue of his was so thick, fat, and hard. I feel like I just described his beautiful ass dick, which I knew had to be hard right now. Thinking about that dick I passed up lastnight had my pussy craving to feel him; so much so I was about to get this first nut out and get ready for the real round. Long hard licks, followed by tornado flickering on my clit was about to send me over the edge. Screaming out baby, daddy, papi, fuck I'm about to cum! And he stops.
"Wait?! what you are doing?" I asked with a shocked look on my face. "Oh, I'm out of fruit, so I guess breakfast is done. Then he smiled and walked out the kitchen. (WHAT THE FUCK!?) ugh.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Tick Tock
Tick...Tock
Splish
Splash
Moans and groans
Fingers tease
Yet they please me
Until I can get to you
Strong tongue
Even stronger back
Deep stroke
The pussy
Make me arch my back
To go in deep
Deep
Deep into the wettest of caves
Tick...Tock
Splish
Splash
Sounds heard so clearly
As the pointer and index finger
Take a ride on the
Tidal wave of
Pleasure
Feel the warm wet treasure
Muscles tighten and loosen around them
Tick...Tock
Splish
Splash
Drip..
Drip..
Drip. Puddle forming under me
MMM
Ohhh
Shit...
The feeling is intensifying
Nipples hardening
Toes starting to curl
Gushy
Wet
Splish fingers going in and out
Splashing wetness around the swollen clit
Throbbing
Ready
Tick...Tock
Time seems to stop....
Erotic sounds fill the room
As the body jerks involuntarily
The velet feeling comes over me.
Soothing..
Sleepy..
Tick..
Tock..
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Splish
Splash
Moans and groans
Fingers tease
Yet they please me
Until I can get to you
Strong tongue
Even stronger back
Deep stroke
The pussy
Make me arch my back
To go in deep
Deep
Deep into the wettest of caves
Tick...Tock
Splish
Splash
Sounds heard so clearly
As the pointer and index finger
Take a ride on the
Tidal wave of
Pleasure
Feel the warm wet treasure
Muscles tighten and loosen around them
Tick...Tock
Splish
Splash
Drip..
Drip..
Drip. Puddle forming under me
MMM
Ohhh
Shit...
The feeling is intensifying
Nipples hardening
Toes starting to curl
Gushy
Wet
Splish fingers going in and out
Splashing wetness around the swollen clit
Throbbing
Ready
Tick...Tock
Time seems to stop....
Erotic sounds fill the room
As the body jerks involuntarily
The velet feeling comes over me.
Soothing..
Sleepy..
Tick..
Tock..
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Her Self
Snatched from her..
Her Innocence
What struck her
Was fear
Ran down her cheeks tears of confusion
She thought if she closed her eyes tight
Enough it would be a
Delusion
Illusions of a nightmare, trying to wake and break free
From the beast that captured her there.
The pain of breaking and retraining muscles
Yells she thought would be answered but no one heard
Choking on her own saliva as they were muffled by her
Screams.
As the fight in her body slowly became extinct, she thought
To think that he got the best of
Me
Thighs bruised
Face swollen
Insides felt like were ripped to shreds.
Along with her dignity.
Integrity.
Purity.
When he's finish he leaves her body there.
Nothing left but a shell of what she use to be.
Her heart
Crushed...
Her soul
Frozen....
Her Spirit
Unknown....
She is so far gone. No longer can she sleep.
Without reliving her innocence being stolen away.
Played over and over in slow motion
Like pouring alcohol on an open and unhealing wound.
She can't talk about it. Lips won't permit her to form the words.
Numbness is all she feels as she stares into the blackest of nights.
She scrubs her skin until she turn red. Watching the blood rinse
Down the drain along with her innocence.
Her innocence...
Her sincerity...
Her righteousness...
Her Self...
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Her Innocence
What struck her
Was fear
Ran down her cheeks tears of confusion
She thought if she closed her eyes tight
Enough it would be a
Delusion
Illusions of a nightmare, trying to wake and break free
From the beast that captured her there.
The pain of breaking and retraining muscles
Yells she thought would be answered but no one heard
Choking on her own saliva as they were muffled by her
Screams.
As the fight in her body slowly became extinct, she thought
To think that he got the best of
Me
Thighs bruised
Face swollen
Insides felt like were ripped to shreds.
Along with her dignity.
Integrity.
Purity.
When he's finish he leaves her body there.
Nothing left but a shell of what she use to be.
Her heart
Crushed...
Her soul
Frozen....
Her Spirit
Unknown....
She is so far gone. No longer can she sleep.
Without reliving her innocence being stolen away.
Played over and over in slow motion
Like pouring alcohol on an open and unhealing wound.
She can't talk about it. Lips won't permit her to form the words.
Numbness is all she feels as she stares into the blackest of nights.
She scrubs her skin until she turn red. Watching the blood rinse
Down the drain along with her innocence.
Her innocence...
Her sincerity...
Her righteousness...
Her Self...
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Innocence of a Child
Can you see the admiration in their eyes
The appreciation in the touch
Reaching out for you because they love you so much.
The wanting to be close to you
You can do no wrong in their minds
The cries because they can't go with you
The smiles and outstretched arms to be
Wrapped up in yours.
The feel of their heart beat as they on your chest.
The songs you sing to them, the stories you read
The first steps they take.
To the first words they speak.
All have you weak in the knees
And your heart melts. Feelings before them have never been felt.
You sit and watch them as they sleep.
The reflection of you so tiny and sweet.
You'd do anything to keep them from harm in the world
Drying all tears that fall.
Kissing all scrapped up knees.
You're there to teach them right from wrong.
To show them how to grow up and be strong
Be independent.
Resilient.
They may ask questions that have you laugh out loud
Or wonder where they even came from.
It's up to use to tell the truth to them.
It's the way the look at you when your having a bad day
And all those stressors seem to go away.
It's the unconditional, unresentful love they show you
It's the I LOVE YOU MOMMY and DADDY they tell you.
It's the innocence of a child.
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The appreciation in the touch
Reaching out for you because they love you so much.
The wanting to be close to you
You can do no wrong in their minds
The cries because they can't go with you
The smiles and outstretched arms to be
Wrapped up in yours.
The feel of their heart beat as they on your chest.
The songs you sing to them, the stories you read
The first steps they take.
To the first words they speak.
All have you weak in the knees
And your heart melts. Feelings before them have never been felt.
You sit and watch them as they sleep.
The reflection of you so tiny and sweet.
You'd do anything to keep them from harm in the world
Drying all tears that fall.
Kissing all scrapped up knees.
You're there to teach them right from wrong.
To show them how to grow up and be strong
Be independent.
Resilient.
They may ask questions that have you laugh out loud
Or wonder where they even came from.
It's up to use to tell the truth to them.
It's the way the look at you when your having a bad day
And all those stressors seem to go away.
It's the unconditional, unresentful love they show you
It's the I LOVE YOU MOMMY and DADDY they tell you.
It's the innocence of a child.
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Saturday, December 3, 2011
The One that Got Away
Dear, Ex Love...
Do you remember me? I'm sure you do. I was the one you would call and say good morning too. The last voice you heard before you drifted off to sleep. I remember you use to tell me you were lucky to have me. Showered me with compliments endlessly. I fell in love with the words and the feelings, I feel in love with being in love. But it was so blinding to me. I wasn't the only one you were whispering sweet nothings to. I use to get those good morning texts, those "I'm thinking of you" through out the day messages. Then slowly words started decreasing, they were said with less feeling. Started seeing you less periodically. All the while you telling me that its me and only me. And again blindly, I believed you, well my heart wanted to. I took a lot of shit from you. Missing promised dates, with even an apology. Always saying I'll see you next week, but next week never came. Left me sitting at home alone. Staring blankly at my cellphone; wishing for a ring, a text, anything just to hear you tone sing. There was nothing. Then one morning, I woke up from this nightmare I tried to make a dream. Looked in the mirror and said "Baby, it's time to do me." Getting extra sexy, strapping on my heels, lacing my body with his favorite perfume, glossing my lips, and putting an extra sway in my hips.
Setting up just right, I made sure that I would see you tonight. I didn't want to break up over a phone call, text message; no that wasn't personal at all. I worked up enough courage to say good bye to you now all I need was you to be there to hear it.
Remember those nights when you came home late, or not come home at all. Recall those days we barely even talked? Well I do. I got tired of them and tired of you. It made no sense to be in a relationship with someone and felt like it was none. I had to call it quits I had to say I was done.
Every time you said I'm sorry boo, it won't happen again, I love you. Bullshit; keep it. I stopped falling for it.
Remember the last argument we had? You claimed I was lucky to have you. That you tolerated me all this time because you wanted to not because you had to. Honestly, I never asked you too. You told me I was a fool if I let you go. I told you no I'm a fool for trying to keep you. That was the best thing I could have ever done.
Now weeks have gone by. Months even years. I seen you the other day that's what prompted this letter. To show you that I'm not worse off, I'm much better. So I will end this letter by saying this...
Thanks for helping this Diva find her true bliss.
Sincerely, The One That Got Away.
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Do you remember me? I'm sure you do. I was the one you would call and say good morning too. The last voice you heard before you drifted off to sleep. I remember you use to tell me you were lucky to have me. Showered me with compliments endlessly. I fell in love with the words and the feelings, I feel in love with being in love. But it was so blinding to me. I wasn't the only one you were whispering sweet nothings to. I use to get those good morning texts, those "I'm thinking of you" through out the day messages. Then slowly words started decreasing, they were said with less feeling. Started seeing you less periodically. All the while you telling me that its me and only me. And again blindly, I believed you, well my heart wanted to. I took a lot of shit from you. Missing promised dates, with even an apology. Always saying I'll see you next week, but next week never came. Left me sitting at home alone. Staring blankly at my cellphone; wishing for a ring, a text, anything just to hear you tone sing. There was nothing. Then one morning, I woke up from this nightmare I tried to make a dream. Looked in the mirror and said "Baby, it's time to do me." Getting extra sexy, strapping on my heels, lacing my body with his favorite perfume, glossing my lips, and putting an extra sway in my hips. Setting up just right, I made sure that I would see you tonight. I didn't want to break up over a phone call, text message; no that wasn't personal at all. I worked up enough courage to say good bye to you now all I need was you to be there to hear it.
Remember those nights when you came home late, or not come home at all. Recall those days we barely even talked? Well I do. I got tired of them and tired of you. It made no sense to be in a relationship with someone and felt like it was none. I had to call it quits I had to say I was done.
Every time you said I'm sorry boo, it won't happen again, I love you. Bullshit; keep it. I stopped falling for it.
Remember the last argument we had? You claimed I was lucky to have you. That you tolerated me all this time because you wanted to not because you had to. Honestly, I never asked you too. You told me I was a fool if I let you go. I told you no I'm a fool for trying to keep you. That was the best thing I could have ever done.
Now weeks have gone by. Months even years. I seen you the other day that's what prompted this letter. To show you that I'm not worse off, I'm much better. So I will end this letter by saying this...
Thanks for helping this Diva find her true bliss.
Sincerely, The One That Got Away.
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Penitentiary
How dare you invade my thoughts with your whispers and engrave your words in my memory.
Who gave you the right to seduce my imagination with such indignation as I have seen.
Intrude on my dreams so much so that I don't want to face reality.
Entrench my ears with words sweeter than sweetest of honey.
Entice my sense with the lingering scent of cologne.
You've infected my body with the disease of wanting you endlessly.
Causing me to want to surrender..
To submit.
How I try and retreat into my inner sanctum to find that you have made your dwelling there.
You sit there mocking me with your smug look, and smirking lips.
Disgusted I gravitate towards Ora; fighting with myself to keep my distance, but in every instance I find Myself face to face
Eye to eye
Nose to nose with you.
Lips barely touching; inside I'm fusing with how you were able to take over my space.
My place.
My reasoning.
My consciousness.
You burglarized my heart and left your blueprint on my soul with your substance
Permanently painted on the walls of my conception.
You leave your dedication of love to me.
Words and phrases...
Rerun
Repeatedly
Play over and over like a reproduction of a movie
One I never get weary of.
You see what you did? Left me a prisoner of my feelings
Of my sensuality.
Hostage of my temple.
How dare you presume that you own my desires..
Cause my valley flow
And ignite my inferno with just a glimpse of your face
A taste of your lips
A brush of your touch.
I'm nothing short of being captivated by you..
What am I to do..
I surrender.
I'm your prisoner
I'm cuffed to your spirit
Set me free from..
This mind set penitentiary.
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Who gave you the right to seduce my imagination with such indignation as I have seen.
Intrude on my dreams so much so that I don't want to face reality.
Entrench my ears with words sweeter than sweetest of honey.
Entice my sense with the lingering scent of cologne.
You've infected my body with the disease of wanting you endlessly.
Causing me to want to surrender..
To submit.
How I try and retreat into my inner sanctum to find that you have made your dwelling there.
You sit there mocking me with your smug look, and smirking lips.
Disgusted I gravitate towards Ora; fighting with myself to keep my distance, but in every instance I find Myself face to face
Eye to eye
Nose to nose with you.
Lips barely touching; inside I'm fusing with how you were able to take over my space.
My place.
My reasoning.
My consciousness.
You burglarized my heart and left your blueprint on my soul with your substance
Permanently painted on the walls of my conception.
You leave your dedication of love to me.
Words and phrases...
Rerun
Repeatedly
Play over and over like a reproduction of a movie
One I never get weary of.
You see what you did? Left me a prisoner of my feelings
Of my sensuality.
Hostage of my temple.
How dare you presume that you own my desires..
Cause my valley flow
And ignite my inferno with just a glimpse of your face
A brush of your touch.
I'm nothing short of being captivated by you..
What am I to do..
I surrender.
I'm your prisoner
I'm cuffed to your spirit
Set me free from..
This mind set penitentiary.
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Soul Mates
Unleashed passion I have for you is only fueled by the greed and selfishness of your heart and love that I crave. The deepest of feelings are showing steadily as you can look into my eyes. Words part, but before I am able to speak you rip them from my lips and say the very thing I was going to say. Uncharted sea of my emotions play the biggest part. For my heart nor my soul wants to let go. Why can't I get over you. Mind has been wrapped around the image of you. Truth be told I'm still in love with you. The essence of you. The mind and soul. Nothing physical its purely spirit. It's our fate to be recognized as soul mates.Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
Cemetery
"Sit down." He tells her.
"No." She refuses, "Just come out and tell me what the new is."
With a heavy heart he tells her the fate, that the body had been pronounced D.O.A. In that instant her world shattered. From that point on nothing else mattered. A piece of her died that day. Her sunshine turned to gray when she realized she lost her son on this day.
Who was she to turn to? No one in her corner. Family never really been around. The only one who mattered, who cared, was going to be buried eight feet underground. All of the planning was done threw swollen and red eyes. How she wasn't ready to say her good-byes. Really not having any money to do it, but she knew she had to go through with it. Going below broke and she knew it. But what was she suppose to do, the only person she loved unconditionally from the day she brought him into the world as a 16 year old girl. Forced to grow up so quickly, because those who she called family turned their back on her so swiftly. No one to help her up from her fall. She; herself was forced to grow up all alone. Shielding feelings and trusting no one. Pouring her all into herself and her son.
Sitting back and looking at all the pictures, strolling down memory lane. Tears come again hard and fast; streaking cheeks and staining pictures of the past. As she wipes moisture away from the frozen past. She stares into eyes of the one she loved with every fiber of her being. The eyes stare back her, feeling like they are speaking volumes without words actually being spoken. Sadness over comes her. Sinking into the deepest of depression. Right now feeling so far gone. Wondering what else is there to live for. Pain so intense that to be at bliss would be to end it once and for all.
The day had finally came. The burial. The farewell. The good-bye. With eye ducts to far gone for her to cry, she watches as the casket is lowered to the ground. With silent prayers being said and flowers being tossed down. The words "I will always love you." escapes her quivering lips. Her trembling fingers run over the cold headstone. Eyes closed. She's planted at the site. Unable to move. Hearing his voice. Smelling his favorite cologne. As if he were standing right there. Watching with her. She felt his hand; fingers laced with hers. Knees began to buckle; and slowly as she fell to the ground, an empty pill bottle was released from her grasp. Tightly in her hand she held his obituary. She died with her son this day at the cemetery.
Copyright 2011 © PrettyWomanPersonna
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