To catch a breath, as she lifted her head
And breathed in the night
As the moon guided her back down, this fantasy still lives on.
Soft touches and warm lips, an understanding
Can I lie in your lap while you whisper how the wine has gotten to you?
Can I just for a moment stop dreaming and start experiencing?
This fucking heat won't go, this want will never die.
love
I can take it to my grave, or I can erupt with emotion
Too many fly by night bullshit idiots
What I am is not a phase, a drunken need, or a FAD like it is to many
Sick of the fake ass girls, biting their bottom lips and forgetting your name.
What I want may be out there
There are hands raised waiting to be called on
I need that companion, to feel that click
Not just the bat of the eyes and puckered lips.
Maybe I was born a joke to human nature
Maybe there is another on the other side of this typed piece of shameful proclamation
In any case, I am me...and always will be
Maybe I should become a lesbian.
lesbian
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Stevie003
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There seems to be a cool mouth pressed upon my lips, no warmth to be felt
What is this delusion that takes this rain at 6am and turns this longing into the bed I cannot climb into?
I can hear the tapping on the streets, and once again, I want to........
Delve into this part of me that has resurrected not by the spirits of dead poets' past.....
But undoubtedly a missed chance on romanticism.
I have felt the embrace that turned this lifeless willow
Into a field of roaring wildflowers escaping her captor
The mystical being that stands as a protector
Is more than the guard of her heart...but of all goodness to man.
I have come to terms with this restlessness that consumes me
I have realized that I cannot control the gypsy at heart
The wanderer....in search as always...for answers, for more.......
Please brush the bliss from my thoughts
And bring me back down to reality, slowly....
I really don't want to leave it....my private place of agony with wings
When the time comes to let go and run.....my keeper shall be waiting.
"Is that a train down there?"
I was young and ready
I left behind family and friends
And ventured into a new life.....
Cold land, lakes upon every turn, and such fresh air, it hurt to breathe.
As if the purity of this town was all at the table
Of the local cafe, where the flannel-capped men
Tossed dice to see who paid for breakfast
Before venturing out onto the ice for warm brandy and fish.
The trees towered over me, and the blue in the sky stung my eyes
I found her, met her...this short busty blonde
Who's smile caught my eye...and stole my heart
We spent endless days antique shopping, garage sailing, walking the woods.
We'd breathe in the Northern air along with the plant that made us giggly
She laughed at my jokes, brushed my hair out of my face often
I yearned to see her each day that passed, asking if her presence would be
admidst mine.
Innocent times spent sitting on railroad tracks, high up on a bridge
Looking down into the river, the silence was so pronounced, it hurt my ears
I wanted to lean in on them days...to taste the pout she often wore on her lips
And tell her that no one deserved her but me, I could make her happy.
Her beauty was in her face, to some....
To me, I saw more....more than her voluptuous figure
She comforted me with her voice
We shopped with the same excitement and revelled in nature.
Time had changed me and my life
As always, and I was back home in the city
I sent her flowers..........gerber daisies...she was vivid and larger than life to me
It became an infatuation...delivery after delivery....was it more than friendship?
Her mother thought so and screened the phone calls
Her brother is in the rodeo, she's out with him, she's in school
Please, let her know I called......
Please don't think I'm this hippie lesbo.
Like the white wicker purse she bought me
Like the times we spent discussing life and our dreams
Like the ice cream shops we ran to and the cheese pizzas we devoured
They had their place and time....just like I had the chance to tell her more.
Afraid of rejection....but I saw something in her eyes
Those dewy blue landscapes
The sunnies swimming around our feet in the lake
Her fingers straightening out my anklet with drops of water from her tips.
I hope she is happy
First girl I shed a tear for
Did she feel it to?....I need to think...yes.
Where's that silly girl of mine?....
My Dez.
Thank you so much for sharing it with us. I'm looking forward to reading your next one :)
The traffic, cars racing toward the stoplights, horns blow impatiently...
I come to her building, stop and look up toward the sky, toward her window.
The sun beams down, warming my face and wilting the flowers I hold for her.
I'm late, I know it....and so will she. She will make it known that's for sure.
But the flowers will help this time, at least I hope they do.
I put my fingers in my mouth and whistle what has become her calling.
Within a second her window opens with an attitude, like the one I can see gleaming in her eyes.
After acknowledging my tardiness...she closes the window and I run to her door waiting to be buzzed in.
The stairs up to her place have become my daily workout, I skip steps and breathe heavily. The halls are humid and the place has always been god awful stuffy.
Upon reaching the top, I compose myself before letting myself in.
I find her already sprawled out on the bed, thumbing through a magazine, wearing the boycut panties I had just bought her with no top.
"You're late.........AGAIN"
With no words, I sit on the edge of the bed and hand over the exhausted bunch of wildflowers....
"These are gonna need to be in water right away...."
With a look that could kill, she grabs them from me and hurries off to the kitchen sink.....giving me time to still catch my breath, I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, keeping time with the slow turns of the fan.
The sound of the water running in the kitchen sink seems to almost cool me off right away. I turn my head to watch her body move to and fro as she carefully takes care to each stem....cutting them and placing them in her vase. God, she is beautiful.....I notice her being barefoot more than anything...that would upset her.
To know she is sexy barefoot. Not the fact that her tight ass is calling my name or that her breasts glisten from the sweat that beaded up on her.
She finishes placing them down with care on the table and walks over...this time she mounts me and holds my arms down above my head. With tension still brewing in her head, being upset with my delay....she buries her mouth onto mine and kisses me deep. I'd rather her take it out on me with a kiss rather than the bite she gave me the other day....I was still pretty sore...
She pulls back to make eye contact and notices the bite mark on my neck....now bruised.
Her hand raises..extends a finger, and glides over my lovebite.
She whispers "I'm sorry"
We hold each other for quite some time, in silence.....listening only to the traffic outside....and the fan above........
There are times like these, that I want to lose myself in her forever....
Playing with my hair, she caresses my face and starts to recite my favorite poem...
It is in this moment I realize....I love her......does she know?
Water & Vitamins
The ink on tree
I hate my scribble.
Want to run out now
Of this place
To the cool of the grass, to bury deep my words
From nature's audience.
No one "gets it"
No one can fathom what goes on, in this head & this heart
To spill out in nonsense
On this paper.
There are secrets
Some may know
There are lies
Some will never know
I am a restless soul, a wandering gypsy of heart.
There she goes again
Grabbing hold of her emotion
To hide it beneath this rug of deceit
And keep it there, until she's 6 feet deep.
She wants so much too feel
Carefree
Alone
But she is reaching
Desperate
Screaming
For the hand of one to calm her.
I to she
She to me
Can't keep the same tense
Don't want to bother with this insanity.
I need her now to hold
Feel her wrap me with a hug
Her legs around me
Bring deep a kiss, that intoxicates my mouth.
Scarlet nails upon tanned skin
Taking in breaths as she passes gently over me
With heated moves and clutching hands
Gliding down a path of sweetness.
Losing myself.........entirely
Too fast, but not with anyone
This image, this fantasy
Of her replays in my mind
Where the hell is she?
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zoozoo6
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Yes there's a P.S.
How do you calculate the lemon to kiwi ratio if you can't find your copy of Fractured Fairy Tales(with the emphasis on Fairy).:)
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Gypsy1
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:) hope all is well
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chrissy77
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