Her Story Unread

writing with love

Longing January 31, 2011

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.

 

© LRS 2007

 

 

2:10 am December 19, 2010

Awoken by a telling chime,
I lay surrounded by darkness.
Cold and quiet,
I am not tired.
In rooms bursting with people
I am alone.
Talking to you
Provides relief.
I filled with anger
As you spoke tonight.
I can no longer
Tolerate us.
Rattled and questioned,
My faith stepped in to rescue me.
Suffocated by your love,
I need to breathe again.
Not quite sure where I went,
Lost in a sea of others.
Loving you
Has broken me,
Learning them
Has focused me,
Practicing
Has inspired me.
Never devoid of heartache;
Never enough love.
Linked to characters in a fantasy world;
Disconnected from God.
Smothered by this world,
Desired by its keepers,
My voice
Shall be heard.
Those who tore at me
Will heed
And will grieve
At my ignore.
Brilliant and blackened,
Shadows cool my force.
Thoughts of red
Quickly emerge.
Names flow off your tongue
Like I don’t exist.
I am attacked,
Filled with sorrow.
Consume me
Swallow me
Become me
Free me.
Filtered by your stare
Allowed by your will,
Accept me
Then forget me.
Only the rain can wash this bitterness away.

 

© LRS 2010