Sensual RealityClothing aside Skin upon skin Your lips caressing my shoulder blade This sweet sensual feeling Envelopes me into you My fingertips tracing my dreams On the blank canvas of your body And I wish that they could penetrate your soul And make you feel exactly as I The ectasy that errupts Will carry away these hanging questions I let myself melt into you And be blindfolded by your gentle lips Sweat and soft moans Paint the scene of wrinkled sheets Changing love into lust And back again With that last gasping breath As we lay gently in oneanotSensual Reality
The Color of BloodRed. Ruby. Crimson. The color of the blood As it drips from my deliberate wounds All the energy and pain Rushes to find the quick escapes And slowly seeps outThe Color of Blood
Smiling faces paint the façade And bury the pain deep within But it cannot be destroyed It boils and brews Slowly eating its carrier alive
But this is only an internal death A spiritless body left to walk the streets And nobody seems to notice Or at least they don’t seem to care
Maybe there are others Walking just as I Completely dead inside Their spirits stol
Open Year RoundWake Up CallYour mom called tonight. She said you were gone. She said it happened right after I left. Right after I kissed you goodbye. I never knew it would be the last time. I couldn't talk. I just sat there. Open eyed, mouth tight shut. When we hung up I cried. I didn't want to be weak on the phone. I don't want to be weak at all. Weakness is a part of me that you brought out, but that I don't want others to know is there. I hurts to know you are gone. The word 'gone', was my wake-up call... Your funeralWake Up Call
Hey
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If you can see this than you are one of the lucky few.
may i add, that your poetry is amazing....
Hey love! It's Chrissy..
You are so hot.
Be mine... forever?
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