pressing lips together
one last silky glide of
color
virgin blush
reminds them of young pussy
tongue runs over teeth
licking chops
she prepared
to dazzle
no nympho
she liked play
knew they believed it
comic relief
her nightly entertainment
not why
but a pleasant side effect
and they deserved their own ways of coping
she did it
for
arms wrapping around her waist
in darkness
sandwiching of legs
between legs
soft snore in
her ear
approving
after
she loved the darkness
was not afraid
felt most herself
there
like delicious meal
best when shared
eating up
the fullness of herself
no makeup
clothes
constrictions
free
feeling real
Whole
no presentation
fantasy
flair
no dazzle
honey earth smell
dewy softness and hair
flesh
pressing
real
Pleasure
silent worship
form revealed
everything she did
she did to feel loved
in darkness
no other reason.
cards are dealt, pain is felt, spirit is eternal, but soul is true/ colors fade, flowers bloom, birth is ancient; death is too/ open now, smile at the sun, exposed to the chill, not afraid to feel/ because the world is beautiful, heaven is here, love is forever and life is real...
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
old friend
i loved you then
and i love you still
but sometimes i wonder
if you've realized yet
that that thing you sold your soul for
is just life
a miracle
common to all of us
your troubles weigh no more heavily
on the mind of god
nor do the angels sing louder
when you triumph
they sing for us all
even those of us
who accepted this glowing thing
covered in plain brown paper
as a gift
free
and cherish the act
of removing the wrapping
you loved me then
but since may have forgotten
and i wonder sometimes
if i realize yet
that your life is worth no more than mine
though you paid for it dearly
it gleams
and mine is still mostly covered
in plain brown paper
and i love you still
but sometimes i wonder
if you've realized yet
that that thing you sold your soul for
is just life
a miracle
common to all of us
your troubles weigh no more heavily
on the mind of god
nor do the angels sing louder
when you triumph
they sing for us all
even those of us
who accepted this glowing thing
covered in plain brown paper
as a gift
free
and cherish the act
of removing the wrapping
you loved me then
but since may have forgotten
and i wonder sometimes
if i realize yet
that your life is worth no more than mine
though you paid for it dearly
it gleams
and mine is still mostly covered
in plain brown paper
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