Massaging Haiku Hour 16
Kneading the rough skin,
Drifting, relaxing, delving in,
Muscle and flesh sleeps.
Hour 15 : Dried Flowers
Forgetting the memories
As the love fades
If ‘ther’ is life, ‘ther’ is death
We have lived in between
Flowers grow and wither away
As the season change
Hope I could say do not let me go
I will live with whatever I have of those moments
It will not happen in a day
It may be in months or years or a lifetime
It will take time; I believe seasons will change
Flowers will grow again from the seeds that withered
In time they will blossom again
I did not tell you the name of the flower
Which I chose to keep with me
A promise that you made
While you gifted me those tiny blooms
I will never forget; love will fade away
Little by little, I’ll cling on to the hope
As I preserve them in the form of dried flowers
Bad Woman, Good Girl, hour fifteen
Hot.
The feeling crawls up, between my legs, sliding against my back,
and I can’t help but shift forward, hips pressing back as I wait,
ass tilted up, quivering as I wait. I want to hear that low voice,
a simple command, a rough hand gripping hard enough to mark,
teeth against my throat. There’s always a primal urge, to hold back,
to bite, to rake and take and snarl as he grips back, eyes blazing
with that smirk, that taunt as he teases, edges me until I melt,
until I beg, with his voice low in my ear, making me want
to pull him closer between my thighs until I fall apart.
“Good girl.”
Desire
Eloquently, she takes off her dress
Layered with history, ready to be discovered
Nerves at their highest, stay steady
Affection of the highest order
Zestfulness taking over.
Gaga, she sends me
Over the top, like a lovesick puppy
Round and round my head spins with lust.
Babbling words are all I can muster
Aching with joy
Never thought I’d experience the thrill
I never want to let it go.
Empty soul
Lust snatches souls and minds ,craters into an abyss of depravity
The inability to pull back an impossible task as one plunges deeper and deeper into a dark bottomless hole, helplessness prevails.
Escaping it unattainable, so one ventures deeper into a quagmire of images and behaviors that taints the soul.
A profound desire to acquire wealth and possessions and an unquenchable pull towards things left behind in departure, death!!
Does it make sense then to live in the twirl of a whirlwind that makes you dizzy? For as desire, is satisfied after each new toy;
Lust, a temporary feeling bottoms out into nothingness
Leaving in its trail empty, lives and broken people.
Lust snatches souls and leaves them mangled, like twisted metal from a car wreck
Little Dreamer
content warning: none, is hopeful too 🙂 – meant to go with the one I posted previously!
pick yourself off the floor, little dreamer.
i know, i know; life did not turn out as you desire.
everything you thought was true is not.
but, little dreamer – you danced once;
you will dance again.
the world outside is scary,
but look at you, without your mask.
you’re still beautiful,
and you will find people who love you.
so hold fast to yourself –
little dreamer, the world is brand new.
Love is Blind- Hour 1
To you my love is blind
And yet I still try
I’m trying to find my way
But my heart is breaking
Why must you hide things
Honesty is a battle for you
I can never give up on you
Because of the fighter in me
My insides are tied up in knots
Along with our marriage
My pleas fall on deaf ears
But maybe someday you’ll see
15 Rodent Hotel
15 Rodent Hotel
Chipmunks abound darting
Under the porch and into
The old maple’s oval portal
Rabbits dig below the
Garden fence at night
Filling themselves well
Woodchuck twins munch
Grasses near my door
Skittish when Millie barks
I know there’s mice
That scamper in the walls
Ancestors here before my time
Decades we lived in peace
Despite folks often warning
They will come to no good