September 14, 2013

Exiled From Life

I feel like I've been exiled
banished to a place where
my voice is the only one heard
my face is the only one seen.

Trapped in a land inside my mind
where a fairytale life exists
unable to touch the harsh realities of the real world.

In a perpetual state of lonliness
a place devoid of touch, taste, and smell
a longing for intimacy of the body and mind
a need for soothing of the psyche and the soul.

Dreams deferred til the next lifetime
salty tears burning my face let me know I'm alive
but the shell of who I once was lies dead inside
no one sees the hovering pain - no one cares.

Running against the wind and loosing the race
the brass ring of happiness just beyond my grasp
...happiness not allowed when you're exiled from life.

©2013

October 30, 2011

Lonely Like A Snowy Day

Gray skies hide the sun
and mask the loneliness of one

Giant snowflakes falling
covering the happiness of the heart

The hard, cold ground is impenetrable
blocking the softness of feelings shared

An icy chill in the air
freezes the warmth once given

Winter winds blow the snow away
like the smile that once graced the face

In a space of darkness and cold
lonely like a snowy day.

©2011

October 11, 2011

What I'm Feeling

I'm watching this show called Taxi Cab Confessions. Sometimes I wish I had the nerve to get on national TV and bare my soul the way some of those people do...I bet it's so very liberating.

Feeling very womanly tonight...wanting to be kissed, touched, held, loved in only the way he knows how to love me - you know - all those things he does to make me feel so special. Took a nice hot shower and now I'm smelling all sweet in my Cashmere Mist, feeling all Sillkky smooth, wearing something real special...Yeah I'm wanting him to purify my soul in the worse way.

Just the thought of him brings this big ole smile to my face - God he's so beautiful...no not just to look at! His soul and his spirit are beautiful. He has a smile that lights up the room and just warms every corner of my heart. He has a spirit that is so sweet. He has a heart the size of America - giving and generous to a fault...yeah I know, he sounds to good to be true - but he is...and he's mine!

I am thanking God daily for the gift he has sent me in Sillkk...the sweetest love I've ever known.

October 9, 2011

Chapter 4

As we lay silently in the after glow of our loving, I can hear you breathing rhythmically, snoring very lightly. Your left arm draped over my arm grazing my left breast. I lay perfectly still so as not to disturb you, thinking how satisfied and loved you make me...I drift off too.

About an hour has passed, you are still sleeping. I gently slide from under your arm and turn to face you. I want to study you while you sleep - you look so peaceful, so beautiful...I chuckle to myself at your screams of pleasure, mmmm how you make me feel.

At that very moment I feel mother twitch, I clinch my legs together, but it's apparent this sensation is not going away - she wants more!

I kiss your forehead, your eyes, your nose, your lips and press my body into yours. You respond stirring from your orgasmic induced sleep. My leg is over your left hip. I begin to slowly grind myself on you. You kiss me full, slipping your tongue inside, I suck it's goodness...mmmm how I love kissing this man.

You put your arms around me and begin gently caressing my back, your touch is gentle and reassuring. As your soft fingertips graze my skin little firecrackers are ignited within me - I gasp and shiver.

You push me onto my back. You begin touching my stomach, the sensation makes me contract - I'm getting so wet, but I'm not ready to take you inside just yet. You bend to kiss my right breast, circling the nipple with your tongue while your fingers dance in my garden. My eyes are closed, my breathing is labored - a soft moan escapes my lips. You spread my legs open with your leg, your knee finds its way to my mound - you press hard, you can feel my wetness. I can feel you growing hard, but we're still not ready.

You whisper in my ear, "I want to take you right to the edge!" Without a word, I spread my legs wider, you climb between them, pinning my arms above my head with one hand while you explore my body with the other. My skin is on fire, I want to explode.

You kiss your way down the middle of my body stopping right at the top of my clit, as you gently circle it's tip with your tongue I cry out. You take my swollen button gently between your lips firmly sucking it, my back arches as I push into you.

I try to free my hands to pull you to me but you tighten your grip. I beg you to touch me on the inside. I can feel you are hard and ready...you dip the head into my wetness and then quickly pull it out. "Oh you're going to tease me, huh?", I say. The next time you come inside I lock my legs around you to keep you there, but you manage to wriggle free. Once again I beg you to come inside. You stick your tongue in my ear and say, "not yet baby,you're not completely at the edge." I tell you to get off but you ignore me and continue your torturous game until I scream, "PLEASE!!!"

You release my hands and bend to kiss me deeply as you push yourself completely inside, I gasp as you fill me up. Your strokes are strong and demanding. You pull almost completely out, I rise to meet your stroke and we begin our rhythmic, primal love dance - as I approach the edge....