Good Bye Love

Good bye love
Sorry you weren't good enough for me
Made me think that maybe almost possibly we could be
Said all the things I wanted to hear
But actions never taking place
You missed out on a beautiful thing
You're heart would have been safe
I would have been there in your darkest hour
My shoulder when you needed to cry
My ear when you needed to confide
My body when you needed passion
My heart when you needed love
My soul to be one with yours
Somehow you thought you were going keep me in circles
Guess you missed when I made that exit left stage right
It's ok I now realize you weren't ready for me anyway
But I thank you for all the times you made my heart feel joy
Pain and all the in between
Because without that my gift would have disappeared into the wind
Never to be seen again
Good bye love
You weren't good enough for me

April 13, 2009 Thoughts of the day

It seems that many of my poems are of the erotic nature lately. Maybe that could have some kind of underlying meaning or maybe that I have tapped into that part of me that I have no problem embracing. It is but of human nature. I guess the part of me that wasn't so sure about sharing it has now overcome that fear. Everyday I am growing more and more into this "gift" that a very good friend of mine (he knows who he is...smile) calls it. Maybe it was meant for me to share it with the world or just those close to my world. So many times we let fear prevent us from doing what we were meant to do. I let fear have that effect on me but I will not any longer. If reading about, writing about and exploring my erotic side brings someone else fear, well they will just have to figure out a way to get past it or not read this at all. I have let fear push me away from so many things, even things that matter most to my heart. Even if I cannot understand why things happen the way they do, why a person says one thing and does something different, or that someone cannot accept me for all the wonderfulness I possess, I will not let fear prevent me from using my gift to express myself, from living my life to its fullest potential and for not believing in myself when others didn't. I only have this one life and it was designed to live no matter the ups and downs, the good and bad, it is my life.

April 13, 2009 The Slow Grind

He presses up against me
I can feel his manhood sequestering my womanhood
I try to act as if it doesn't faze me but my insides get wet with anticipation of his next move
He kisses my neck and that spot near my ear
My knees began to shake
He presses harder up against me
I try to act as if it doesn't faze me
My breathing becomes heavy and I feel my finger nails digging
Deeper, deeper, deeper into his flesh
He presses even harder against me
Slightly opening my legs until his fingers find my wetness
My womanhood
He gently, slowly grinds his manhood until he finds the place his fingers prepared
I try to act as if it doesn't faze me
I am up against the wall riding him so effortlessly
He presses inside of me
I try to act as if it doesn't faze me
We both fall limp from pure ecstasy