January | 2011 | Within Grace

Blue and green kisses
Lather my flesh
Plump, soft breasts
Smooth against my hands.

My tongue ever-so lightly
Flirts with my lips
The red has never been so red
The pleasure, never so rich.

Long, white whiskers
Tickle my arm
Passionate thoughts dance
In my head.

So in love
So alive with love
I smile
And kiss back.

Is this me
Is it real
Is this the life I live
Am I merely telling a story.

Not much more can live
Without belief
More, give me more
A lot more.

I sigh and gently giggle
The red deepens
Wet and moist
My soft lips are pouted.

Wanting
Forever wanting
Pressed by desire
Longing for his touch.

Light, so bright
Playful and high,
An open-ended corner
Gifts I cannot deny.

Innocent
Full of life,
I protect with care
Delve with delight.

Ready, open
Prepared to flee,
Beauty, this beauty
Uncommon to me.

Gauged by wealth
Success… no risk,
Flirted with evil
Not all opportunities I’ve missed.

Conditioned
Masked by wisdom and truth,
I waited to be used
Like a forgotten phone booth.

Hated, I’m not
Judged, forever I’ll be,
With respect for the lady
I danced with her king.

Community space
Shared by those that do not speak,
Laces that grippen
Constantly weak.

Amused and unshappened
Dictated by loss,
On fire with passion
No matter the cost.

Angered by trauma
Swept up by despair,
Encouraged by insight
Released by my fear.

Accepting my fate
Gaining strength in my knees,
Naked without secrets
I embrace this bipolar disease.

Within Grace