Friday, November 14, 2008

Magic in Your Hands

A spell has been cast over me and it has been done by your hands. I have come to the conclusion that there is magic in your hands. They have a way of making me forget every bad moment in my life. When your hands are holding mine, I forget that there once was a man who hated me. I forget that I had to cut my hair short when your hands are buried in my tresses. The pressure of your hands as they ease the tension from my neck and back erases all the trivial things that have happened through out the day. When my face is cradled between your hands there are no thoughts of the man who once hit me. When you gently rest your hand on the small of my back, I smile, and I forget what I was so anxious about. When I see my child’s hand in yours I forget that his father forgets. When your hands have led your arms to wrap around me and hold me close, the memory of every night I spent alone, crying; disappears. When I fall asleep to the feel of your hands stroking my side there are no more nightmares. When I wake to the gentle stroke of your fingers along my spine, I forget the cold, lonely mornings of my past. When your hands are hot on my body, stroking my breasts and finding their way to my damp warm feminine need, when they bring me to the dizzy heights and gently cushion me as I fall back, when they tease me to the edge of reason and release me into the abyss of ecstasy, I forget that I was once violated and forgotten. The magic in your hands makes me forget all the times I felt unloved and afraid. To make your magic work it is a simple touch of the palm or sweep of the fingers, the gentle brush of the back of your hand or the tangle of your whole hand in mine.

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Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Wake Up

You have no idea the power you hold
To trap a man's heart and then enfold
You can chew them up and swallow them down
Then vomit them back with a nasty frown
And still the crawl back with heads hung low
Hoping to take part in another show
They want to love you, and hold you close at night
You are the only woman in their sight
Beauty for them is all that you are
You suck them back like a black hole star
But scorn the emotion that they cherish
As if at its touch your ego will perish
You strive to be independent and strong
But the way you do it is so very wrong
You want to make it on your own
To pretend to be mature and grown
To handle all your woes and cares
But then your on all the state's welfares
You get stamps and checks in the mail
You clog the system with your paper trail
Then you have the audacious balls
To ask for money for the shopping malls
You need Coach shoes and a Vendi bag
But forget it you gold digging hag
You can't have it both ways
Independent with someone paying for the days
Wake up and see what it should be like
Working together like a tandem bike
When he steps forward so do you
When he falls you fall too
You share your kisses and tiny smiles
Together you walk a thousand miles
But you see it differently, slightly askew
They give every step, fall, kiss and smile to you
A thousand miles plus a thousand more
You make them walk till they hit the floor
But nothing they do, no words that they pitch
Can make you stop being a selfish bitch
One day you will make to see
Independent and alone is what you'll be
No one to love you as you crave
Slipping unnoticed to an early grave
So wake up now before it's too late
Or you will fall prey to your predicted fate

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Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Trip With Me

When you call my heart flutters
When you smile my mind stutters
I'm afraid of what this means
That it is not what it seams
Scared that you are not real
That this time I won't heal
I quake when you touch me
I quiver when your lips brush me
You seem to get me from the inside, out
You make me happy and you make me pout
The sound of your voice in song
Is what I hear all day long
I'm waiting for that other shoe
That when it drops you won't be you
Will you turn into someone different and strange
What would happen that could cause that change
Is it possible my worry is for nothing
That what we have really means something
Are we that fated and fabled pair
Is it true love together we share
Or is that word too much for now
I'll just step back and take a bow
And be thankful what we have is great
And observe this thing as we create
The Good and Bad, the Up and Down
The times we scowl and and the times we clown
So I'll take a hold with my tenacious grip
And walk beside you on this wondrous trip

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Monday, November 10, 2008

The Sound of Your Voice

The sound of your voice makes my darkest day a little brighter
The sound of your voice brings laughter to my heart
The sound of your voice reminds of my childhood imagnination
The sound of your voice rings through the halls of my soul
The sound of your voice frustrates the to now end, then...
The sound of your voice makes me forgive you
The sound of your voice can cause panic to stop my heart, but...
The sound of your voice quickly calms my fears
The sound of your voice is missed when you are away
The sound of your voice is cherished by my ears
The sound of your voice is the perfect moment when you say "I love you Mommy"

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