Alone in the cold

Alone in the cold.

My Heart Pumps Blood

My heart is not meant to love or hurt,
It’s there to pump blood
My stomach is not meant to knot like it does, when my heart hurts,
The one that pumps the blood.
My eyes are to see and not cry when my heart hurts,
Which is still, only to pump blood.
My lips are made to eat and converse, not to frown or pout when my heart hurts,
My heart, that is only there to pump blood.
My mind is to think and not remember the past and fear the future, when my heart hurts
…..my heart that is only supposed to pump blood!

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Lost

Thirty something and I am still trying to find my way. I understand now what is important and what happiness is but I don’t know how to get there. I was so ambitious through my twenties I let life slip me by. Now I chase it not understanding how to catch it. Struggling to understand why it won’t sit still.

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Forbidden

She is a forbidden fruit, similar to which the serpent tempted that of Eve. The same fruit she didn’t turn away, casting humanity to fend for itself. Yet her lips are so inviting, and tempt my heart to venture out yet again. Though her eyes hold many secrets; These secrets, I am afraid, will be carried to the grave, before she dares share them again. Her beauty is hard pressed in my mind and I can not shake it. I know this affair would eclipse the day the morning star was cast from heaven, but it could be such bitter sweet. In my mind I hear the music of her essence, the smell of her lust and can vision the look on her face as she tries to hide it all. Yet she is so mysterious, she piques my curiosity; more so like a cat. The only thing holding me back I fear, is I don’t have nine lives.

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Lying Here

I lie awake and day dream of someone to lie next to.
To share the days end and the next days beginning,
To tell me it’s going to be alright, we will get through this.
Or bask in the glories of the time, the awards of hard work.
To hold and kiss, to make love into the night.
To share our dreams, and all our aspirations
I would look forward to going to bed then,
Instead of lying here not able to sleep.

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Someone I Used To Know

I look at you this time, as someone I used to know. The sadness overwhelms me and I feel as if I can’t breathe. The words I want to yell will not leave my lips, instead I can only answer you, short and sweet. My heart has been wandering, searching and waiting for your return. Now that you’re here, I can see it is not the same. Like a butterfly that once was a caterpillar, you have grown wings and left me alone in the dirt. I have always dreamed I could fly. To fly away from all the hurt. Sometimes I hide myself from all the conflict, because conflict just confuses my words. Yet I still tried to tell you what I feel and the worries I bare; to make you see what I see, to see what nightmares steal my sleep. I am afraid after all this time you still do not get me or even know who I am. I feel there are so many words I could say, but why waste my breath? I bow out and watch you walk away as the stranger you are today; my ex lover, my old friend and the person I used to know!

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Inside Ourselves

The curves of her body insinuate a pleasure that men have always yearned for. She flows as she walks and draws attention to herself, through the song of passion, her body sings. Her lips so fresh and inviting. A soft red in color that makes my body shiver as she speaks. Her eyes so tantalizing and Medusa like; though not stone I can’t help but to freeze and stare. Her words draw every bit of my attention, and I dream as if a child again, just with more perverse intentions. To caress her, makes the endorphins rise, racing through my body trying to escape. All I can do is bite my lip and try and hold back the beast, only for her to stir it with a kiss. With ever whimper or moan she releases the passion increases. She teases the monster with her tongue as she invites him in. The guilty pleasure of our sins arise as each piece of clothing is removed. The moans increase in both quantity and volume as I caress her naked body with such enraged passion. As I kiss her flesh I feel like I am losing control. I have longed for this, but yet I still refrain. I do so to keep her from seeing the true me, at least until I know she can handle it. As I taste her with my tongue the moans and whimpers have gotten out of control. I see she is not as sweet and innocent as she has led to be, but also an animal like me. I grab her and pull her near so we can taste each others passion as we fight for control. Her hips match my every thrust as the beast becomes unleashed. She screams now as I begin to tease her neck with my lips and tongue. Sweat pouring from every pore, drenching our bodies as we release all our worries. I look into her eyes and I see she is just as insane as me. We stare at each other as if we are looking inside ourselves. It drives me to the edge as I lose control. My lips softly kiss hers as I allow my heart to retreat. Laying there side by side as the air begins to cool, my mind can not help but race.
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Could of Been

She stares at me from a distance, but I am not sure I am what she is looking at. My appearance may have provoked a charade of thoughts terrorizing her mind from men in the past. I watch her waiting for a smile or maybe a little smirk, something giving me the ok to make conversation. She is beautiful and carries such an awesome presence, but I bet she doesn’t see herself that way. I still glance over waiting for something, but she is just staring off in space. I am certain of this now, she cant be looking at me. It is amazing that someone so wonderful can be so lost, yet will never let anyone in. Maybe I should go talk to her anyway, what could it hurt? No what could I even offer her, or how would I make her world any brighter. There are probably a million guys better then me that would have already engaged her heart. I can not help but to stare at her beauty, she makes my stomach knot and I don’t even know why. Wait she may have smiled a little bit? No, maybe just me wishfully thinking. She probably thinks I am a creep, sitting here staring at her, pretending to stare off into space.

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She Closes Her Eyes

She closes her eyes and tries to dream of the future, or maybe just a fairer tomorrow. She holds the tears back as she fights off all her pain. Her woes and fears torment her sleep and leave her nights as restless as they begin. Her hands are sore from clenching her fists so tightly in rage. She is fighting off ghosts of the past, but too afraid to face the ones in her future. Her heart feels empty and the emotions have well overflowed and washed away her soul. The nightmares never change and aren’t as scary anymore, she just wishes they would allow her to sleep for a change. The sun rises and she hides it all with a bag of Maybelline, just to get through to another sleepless night of dreaming for a fairer tomorrow.

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Healing The Pain

Her eyes look at me in such despair. I can not stand to see the pain she bares. I simply touch her face, and I see a smile arise from somewhere deep in the past. I stare into her eyes trying to take her pain away, she stares back and I know I can not stay. Yet still her lips are so inviting and her smile so enticing. I can not help but to squeeze her tight, and press my lips upon hers and taste her kindness. I caress her soul with my hands as I strip her of her sorrow even if its only for a brief minute. I taste every inch of her with my mouth as she clenches my body to move forward, to move our bodies closer so that our essence of two can now intertwine as one. The passion is so intense it’s stench devours the room. The moisture in the air is thick and it becomes muggy as the breathing becomes so intense. I can feel the anticipation increase as the moment I have been waiting for, since our eyes first locked, comes so near. The pants, the moans, the pleasure so intense I feel as if I shall explode. At last our sweat drenched bodies collapse and not a word is said. We both know but will never speak of it, instead we just rest and let our minds wander.

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