Archive for November, 2012
I love to lose my senses to you….
The smell of you….
the sight of you….
The touch of you….
the taste of you….
….Just totally lost in you….
.x.
….Your so intoxicating….
it’s got to the stage where…..
Now I only have to think about you….
and I forget how to breath…. .x.
Super sexy kisses
in the rain,
The force of you it hits me
like a train,
Hands they linger
set my skin on fire,
The heat of you
burns at my desire,
Eyes that smoulder they do
make my knees go weak,
My hands up your shirt on your skin
make me dizzy for what I seek,
Sultry kisses deeper
strong hands exploring,
Trembling with desire
body mind want need more imploring….
.x.
I’ve never ever liked a guy with blue eyes in that sense and , although this poem is sexual, the 3 words that gave me the inspiration were anything but. You don’t know it but, to the guy with the blue eyes thank you for the inspiration.x.
When you look at me
that way….
it feels like a
thousand kisses
Burning trails across
my skin….
.x.
I wanna be
your teddybear,
I wanna be
your comfy chair,
I wanna be
the shirt that you wear,
Every time you touch somethin
feels like your touching me there,
I wanna be your quilt
wrapped around you in bed,
Your those dirty thoughts at night
that slip wetly through my head,
I’m crushing on you heavy
can’t stop thinkin about you to,
Can’t help these lust fueled thoughts
every time I think of you….
.x.
Screaming screaming screaming
at you,
You drive me crazy
in all you do,
I despise you I don’t want
an us together,
Ya dumped ya shite
cuz we ain’t forever,
We argued we shouted
my grandmas vase you hurled,
My anger exploded within
and then in flames unfurled,
Your precious golf clubs
your precious car,
The best way to take out my anger
by far,
You ripped up my roses
pissed on my dogs grave,
So I splintered your windscreen
the door windows you wont save,
You shout “Ya fuckin bitch!
ya wanna play games? we’ll see”,
Then saunter back in the house
after smiling at me,
Run for the door but I’m to late
hear an almighty crash,
My antique heirloom tea set
crushed just like its trash,
Before I know what I’m doing
i’ve picked up a chair,
Straight across your back
i’ve hit you dead square,
When the police enter
they can’t believe what they see,
Me with a poker you a marble obelisk
both mad as can be,
They shout but we don’t notice
glare at each other snarl and frown,
The police they do take over
tackle each of us down,
To cut a long story short
the judges anger management we attend,
We realise we love and want to be together
we’ll work at it…. The end
.x.
🙂
….Done things wrong I have so many
……..done things right I have so few,
…………One thing I will never ever regret
…………….is falling in love with you…x.
.x.
Empty footsteps
upon the hill,
Silent marching
picturesque in the still,
A heartbeat devoted
to times gone by,
All that’s left is the memory
captured in minds eye,
Serve your country
serve it well,
You don’t grace us the horrors
you smile never tell,
You say its alright
it’s ok not that bad,
Your wife she collapsed
your friends all so sad,
It’s gonna be ok
shit happens I’m living life you said,
And now the truth is we’d sell our souls
to have you here and not dead….
.x.
An empty space.... 