Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts
Beauty She Is
Beneath her surface no one bothered to explore
External exquisiteness catches eyes
Antagonism never touched her soul
Understanding gave her gracefulness
Truth was her strength
Years of hard work with no rewards
She still held her head high
Her greatest gift were her children
Even when they’d stumble and fall
In her was the heart of warrior
Soul of an angel she will forever be
Beauty She Is…
Superficial Beauty
All she cared about was the color of her nails
What shoes should she wear?
Did her hair that wasn't hers look good?
She paid for it so it was
The clothes that adorned her
Body must be by a popular
designer
Which she couldn't really afford
Therefore, she thought she was crafty
Creating designer fake
labels and
Sewing them in her - self
She had her eyebrows tattooed on
Now she looked like a clown
Fake eyelashes that look as if she had
Black widows growing from them
Her perfume was so strong
You smelled her before she
Walked into a room
If that’s, what it takes to make her
Feel and look good which is all in her mind
She might want to take all that money
She is spending on superficial looks
And invest it in a good psychiatrist
Beauty She Is
Beneath
her surface no one bothered to explore
External
exquisiteness catches eyes
Antagonism
never touched her soul
Understanding
gave her gracefulness
Truth was
her strength
Years of
hard work with no rewards
She
still held her head high
Her
greatest gift were her children
Even
when they’d stumble and fall
In her
was the heart of warrior
Soul of
an angel she will forever be
Beauty She Is…
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The Dance
Watch how my body sways to the music
Each tempo pulls me into the dance
Close my eyes wet my lips
Let my hips perform naturally to the rhythm
As I imagine a lover captured in my embrace
Our bodies working fluently as one
Pressed so close our hearts beat in unison
With the music reverberating around me
Passion pours from my core
My appetite is ferocious as I pull
You into my web of desire
Illicit acts of the dance tantalize
Captivating an audience
It’s my dance that hypnotize
Hungry eyes
Watch me as I dance, as I dance as I dance…
Sweeter Tomorrows
As I sleep and dream
Of ardent awakenings
My soul bathes in yearning
Crying out to be fulfilled
Toss and turn to the sweetness
Of quiet whispers tantalizing
My essence
Roll over reaching out to an apparition
Of longing
Silently falling deeper into slumber
Moan of pleasure
Sigh of contentment
Intake of deep breath
Curl into myself
Hugging empty air
As I sleep and dream of
Sweeter tomorrows
Heaven Sings
She closes her eyes listen to the wind
The song it sings only her heart
Can interpret
Each note is a reflection
Melodious interlude to peace
Quiet reminiscing settles a
Restless soul
Sweet air brushes against
Falling tears mingle with
The whisper of love passing by
She opens herself up
Breathing in a new tempo
Rhythm changes stanza
Inhaling the fragrance of new beginnings
Silently letting yesterday fade away
Heavens breath reaches inside a
Crumbling heart
Breathing in a new song
Giving life to hope
In her heaven sings
Heaven sings
Heaven sings…
Bedroom Scenes
Scene one, he entered the bedroom candles danced off her
naked body as she lay poised
Sensually exposing the secret of herself
Scene two, slowly he maneuvered his was over to where
she rested looking down into eyes no
Color could describe
Scene three, she reached up and seductively placed her hand
on the passionate part of his body
Watched as his eyes closed ever so slightly
Ummm she thought to herself, he was now hard putty in her hands
Scene four, he unhurriedly begins to undress stripping for her
he knew this would get her off
Removing the last barrier letting her eyes feast on his manhood
their eyes then met ‘come to me the spider said to the fly’
Scene five, hunger for rapture sent them both on a journey to conquer
Scene six, intertwined their body’s rocked to
New emotions not defined by nature
Scene seven, sounds echoed and bounced off the walls
matting call could be heard in all directions
Scene eight, sweat poured from their pores still they kept on going for
more carnal pleasure
Scene nine, positions they performed rivaled the Karma Sutra
passions continued to roar
Scene ten, can’t be mentioned let’s just say the scene ended
With two people satiated and resting up for scene eleven...
November
Changing colors
Leaves fallen to the ground
Sound of wind so smooth
Coldness seeps within
Eyes beholding the beauty
The sky unabashed in maturity
Frozen tear drops
Blanket of white covers naked earth
Smoke bellow from a lonely chimney stack
Inside fire roars in the hearth
Warm and contented some are
The rest look for and not get
Delicious aromas fill the air
Hungry bellies growl in the distance
Wishing for a place to call home
Night falls
Another November day has come to an end
Portrait
He walked into the club and there she stood
Her back to him beauty etched in every inch
A portrait to be painted
A song to be harmonized
Poetry of loveliness
His emotions he tried to conceal
Never before had he witness such sensuality
All he wanted to do was touch her
To see if she was real
He imagined his hands on her body
Lips tasting the sweetness of her core
Fantasies danced before his eyes
Becoming bold he took a step towards her
Started to reach a hand out to touch her
His vision of exquisiteness
Utopia standing there for him
To possess
With a change of mind he let his
Hand fall back to his side
Fearing he wasn't worthy of this goddess
He turned and walked away
Never seeing her face
But the portrait of her
Always remained in his mind
Caress the Night Farewell
Caress the night farewell
As we breathlessly
Await morning’s tear drops
Kissing the equable earth
Suns nimble rays dances across
Azure sky
On the horizon nature’s beauty
Breathes in contentment to thy soul
A painted portrait created by God’s
Own hands renders a picture of
Stillness
Nice and Slow
He looked over at her picture of loveliness
So serene in her sleep
Vision of gentle creation, his to have and behold
A gift of perfection, somewhere in his life he must
Of did something good
His treasure of the finest gold, diamonds, rubies and pearls
She smiled in her slumber all sweet and sexy
He felt his nature begin to rise
One hand crept beneath the covers
Inching its way up her golden thighs
Still she remained deep in slumber
He became bolder tasting her sweet nectar
She gave a moan letting him know
He’d invaded her dream
She surrendered her soul to the
Music of his hands the way they
Were making love to her body
Nice and slow he kept on repeating
Unhurried he stripped the sheet away
Covering her naked body
Nice and slow he eased into her warm and inviting
Taking her to a new place far beyond heaven
She awaken dreamy eyes gazed into his
As she repeated his words
Nice and slow, nice and slow
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