Sunday Night
I sit here on a Sunday night.
Missing you.
Wanting you.
Haven't found nobody to replace you.
I really don't want anyone to replace you.
But this feeing I feel is pointless.
I missed your smile, your kiss, your laugh.
Your happy now, without me.
Who am I to mess with your peace.
My selfishness leaves me in a place of hurt.
I want you in my life.
Tears forming and my heart is hurting.
It's my fault.
My happiness means nothing while I place your feelings above mine?
Sadness pain just any object of sex..
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
I miss you-- poem ( its bad)
I miss you.
I hate those words.
He said them to me last night.
I miss you.
But do you miss me or miss my body.
Do you miss my laugh my humor.
Or you just miss my body my legs.
You miss my kiss. Soft and sweet.
You miss my hands as they trace across your back.
You don't miss me
You miss my body how my legs engulf you.
How my lips entice you. You miss the wet and warmth.
You don't miss me.
I hate those words.
He said them to me last night.
I miss you.
But do you miss me or miss my body.
Do you miss my laugh my humor.
Or you just miss my body my legs.
You miss my kiss. Soft and sweet.
You miss my hands as they trace across your back.
You don't miss me
You miss my body how my legs engulf you.
How my lips entice you. You miss the wet and warmth.
You don't miss me.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Chevy Impala --- A poem
Chevy Impala
I sit in your Impala wondering what you are thinking.
I use to read your vibe with ease but now you hide it from me.
My mind has decided that I should leave your not ready for me.
My body not ready to leave it wants to feel you one more time.
Jill Scott plays in the background playing the song that says "why does my body ignore what my mind says". Time passes slowly. kiss me already but no kiss.
Maybe this was a mistake.
Maybe this ended the way it did.
Finally you kiss me.
Soft lips, cold hands.
I remember why we worked.
You already have you hand in place that needed care.
I switch to my primal side knowing to reciprocate.
No are kisses don't taste like honey or soft like pillows.
They are electric, full of lust and desire.
I want you and no one else.
You think when I tell you it's yours it's a joke.
No it's your no one elses.
Already pants off in your chevy impala.
Lips in places that haven't been touched since the last time you touched it.
Drenching just from your kiss.
You look me in the eyes just to say you miss me.
I never left you did I want to say.
But your trapped is laid.
I fall victim to your eyes, your lips, your dick.
Hands so cold rub against my breast.
Tourture me slowly with your cold warmth.
I sit in your Impala wondering what you are thinking.
I use to read your vibe with ease but now you hide it from me.
My mind has decided that I should leave your not ready for me.
My body not ready to leave it wants to feel you one more time.
Jill Scott plays in the background playing the song that says "why does my body ignore what my mind says". Time passes slowly. kiss me already but no kiss.
Maybe this was a mistake.
Maybe this ended the way it did.
Finally you kiss me.
Soft lips, cold hands.
I remember why we worked.
You already have you hand in place that needed care.
I switch to my primal side knowing to reciprocate.
No are kisses don't taste like honey or soft like pillows.
They are electric, full of lust and desire.
I want you and no one else.
You think when I tell you it's yours it's a joke.
No it's your no one elses.
Already pants off in your chevy impala.
Lips in places that haven't been touched since the last time you touched it.
Drenching just from your kiss.
You look me in the eyes just to say you miss me.
I never left you did I want to say.
But your trapped is laid.
I fall victim to your eyes, your lips, your dick.
Hands so cold rub against my breast.
Tourture me slowly with your cold warmth.
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