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Fictionous Romance and Toxic Waste

Develia Huddlested dreams of a love felt full of affection once every full and new moon with countless nights of hot, passionate, naughty intimacy on those beautiful, cool nights with the stars watching with their twinkling gleams from bright to dim.
While her beau, Antonio Pierre, dreams of the material value by holding his tokens back, trying to hold her own tokens back, trying to control what she can or can not buy, and instead of how he should be emotionally supportive of her feelings by being understanding, by touching her, and letting her know she is loved, he mocks and jeers at her to the point of aggrivation; he makes Develia feel low when he raises his voice at her or mumbles something under his breath when she makes a mistake or does something wrong, it is like he put sand in her raft to drown her, for he knows she can't swim.
Develia's fascinated with the occult, and likes to understand the mind's of people's tales of either creating a living through the macabre; she is a ghost-chaser despite her inner fears so she can communicate with these spirits because they may need help, and Develia loves to learn about her morbid, twisted, and realistic issues, as well as others, but feels Antonio will make her hold back because of his lack of encouragement and negative words of haste.
Antonio doesn't want to talk about her and him as a couple; he starts and arguement and turns the tables on Develia, doesn't take her seriously when she is in pain either physically or emotionally and does nothing to soothe her; he rather soothe his familiars and play with toxic waste.
For years, the men in Develia's life have been fictional, fanatical romances that only celebrities have as they act and pose living life wealthy and well but always exposed as if the ending is a major event.
Some Develia has tried to win over but failed and others she can not have or can care less about but always felt she had to prevent.
Develia and Antonio haven't been together but over a year, so she tries to give him a chance but feels there's still no connection, no talking to him because Antonio tends to be cocky and rude, and the resented feelings stick like paste.
Develia is still unsure she wants to spend the rest of her life with Antonio because she finds him odd and peculiar because his sense of humor is somewhat dry, cold, and cruel that can hurt or painfully melt a person's feelings like toxic waste.
Develia lays down at night on her pillow confused, lonely, and unsure if love is really real but only a fairy tale for dreamers, like her, with an idea of how love should be, only fantasizing about a mystery man introducing her to a world of erotic, kinky pleasures and living together not just as a couple but as best friends with a bond and mutual attraction.
Develia feels she lacks all this from Antonio, but he does have his different ways of showing it, which is the thought that counts, but it is not enough has no value of it is not what he knows what she wants, and Develia can't understand why he won't, unless it's on his rare terms to give her while she is lacking satisfaction.
Antonio loses his temper easily, even over the small things; a tightwad with money, he always raises his voice at Develia making her feel small and unsure; he is always serious, but his sense of humor is in mostly poor taste.
The way he goes on and on about his disgusting, biased, cocky jokes and uses Develia as his scapegoat is enough to make her want to drink the toxic waste.


Secret

She’ll be quiet! She’ll shut her mouth while she’s ahead.
If her secret gets out, she might as well be dead.
She doesn’t know how she feels at this given moment as a new dawn arrives.
She doesn’t know how each day she survives.

Into the snakehole, she sliters like the serpent she is traveling through dirt as all she sees and lands into the muddy waters of her own hell.
This secret she has to keep inside herself as confusion starts to dwell.
She doesn’t know what she feels at this given moment as she wants to take her last breath.
Into a new life, reborn, after death.

Deep inside her soul will know as the truth unfolds.
Mistakes and denied misunderstandings she seems to make alot in this matter, but she won’t let go and she knows a bond always holds.
She doesn’t know when exactly she felt this way at that moment as uncertainty dances inside her mind.
As she slowly steps the paths between the dark and the light that makes her eyes blind.

Between the secret is kept as it’s kept personal and concealed for others not to see.
She does know who it is, and it always was, as this soul made her feel youthful and free…yet insanity.

The Singer And The Well-Known Pauper

She’s been with all different sorts of men from her adolescense to now as a woman from a drug dealer to a Muslim control freak.
She’s even been with sweet men and abusive men as she can recognize them all that make her mind shriek.
She wants to be the one who drinks wine in goblets laying sideways on a grand piano singing her melodies like an angel yet performing like a demon to make the men howl.
She always wanted to catch the eye of this mysterious pauper’s attention by her sexy ways of her magic as she stares right at him singing her jazzy tunes as she’s on the prowl.

In a world of men as some want her but do not really know who she is.
To them, she was just a sex symbol in show biz.
But this mysterious pauper watches her pose as she sings away her songs of passion directed only at him for he’s the one who was special by the way he watched her and knew what she was doing.
Not only was she just a beautiful image to him, he listened to her lyrics that she sang as he knew it was about him, and he knew he was the one she’s pursuing.

He may be a pauper, a shiftless dreamer, pessimisic, but had a deep seated yearning for that acceptance from a dame for who he is and that is what she only wants.
For she has all he don’t have and wants to give some of it to him because she doesn’t want those things from him because it doesn’t matter to her, and she can provide for him in the meantime until he gets on his feet, and to her it taunts.
She wants to take care of the mysterious pauper, cuddle with him, play her erotic displays of affection, and have a deep seated friendship somewhat telepathic bond they used to have at one time and that is all.
All she wants from him is to catch her when she is going to fall.

For she sees and knows his genius, his unhappiness, and happy thoughts that make her laugh and are bringing out the best in her to be successful soon to bail him out of his binds.
She will do anything for him and what it takes to get his life back from being a pauper to wealthy enough on his own terms and hope to win his heart that for him it blinds.
She doesn’t care if he has nothing, she just wants him, his heart, and soul and all.
That’s why she sings those songs to those howling other men when she just ignores them; she wants to be her he calls.

Awaiting By The Tree Of The Meadows

The tree of the meadows of tulips, lilacs, and wildflowers awaits him as he sees the Queen nymph from a distance beckoning.
As he is a knight ready to take on the adventure to get his Queen bride despite his reckoning.
As his horse trots down the miles of the beaten path traveled many times before.
His mission to rescue the Queen as she sits around the surrounding beauty of nature on this road to nowhere, so the end will soon be near and over forever more.

He sees a wise, old man who looks like a wizard making potions and herbal remedies.
A picture enters the knights mind suddenly as his dance with the Queen has only been memories.
The wise, old man asked him to sit and rest from dusk til dawn as he fills the knights head of stories, folklore, and the ideas and meanings of true love for him to remember and learn this magic.
As this knight is protected and shielded from the battles of real and imagination, truth, and lies, loyalty, and deceit that may defeat the knight so tragic.

In order to save his Queen, he first has to battle the fierce dragons inside him that push him back further away from the concepts of love.
As his heart is turning from open to disgust and negativity that further prevents him to shove.
All he has to do is let it out, if he has to scream and shout, in order to let go of this dreadful doubt.
That there is love out there waiting for him; the Queen is calling his name from afar because knows him and what he’s about.

The Queen sits on her throne in tears as she would be honored to renounce her throne for the knight in a heartbeat to get away from her king that won’t provide her needs.
She’s been wanting this moment with the knight for years, as to her, the knight is still the same man she knew, she’s began to plant the seeds.
As the knight grows near, she exhales out a sigh.
Not knowing when the exact time of his arrival will be but no longer she’ll cry.

The wind blows calmly as the Queen sits in front of the tree of the meadows with beautiful flowers.
Awaiting for her knight in shining armour to arrive, whenever that may be, or she will leave her throne to meet him halfway as their love powers.
She’s stuck in this empire for awhile, a dream she’s not sure of living.
It’s what she wants is just the knight for who he is not what he has, and she will do the giving.

Veiled Attention

He brings out the best in her, and she feels she will fail.
To bring out the best in him and actually make him happy as he does not want to connect with the heart yet, see his feelings veil.
She tries to see the fires burning inside him that ignites so beautifully but can be dangerous as the sparks can fly piercing herself with crystals so pure.
He hides his heart with many like he covers himself with a winter blanket that warms up his words he doesn’t have to tell her because the thoughts are good for her yet so painful and cold, his thoughts rupture.

She’s afraid and uncertain of how he really feels for her because he doesn’t know as it usually results in disappointment for the both of them so feeling other.
As unfair as it may be to her as far as touch, verbal expression, and lack of desire and romance from another old man hillbilly suitor.
Her heart feels broken, and always has been for a real long time, because she feels ignored, pushed aside, and shrugged off when she asks for her old man in need from him.
Maybe she needs to make some serious changes to herself and for herself to believe in herself again and let time determine if this relationship is useful or none to slim.

She calls out to him from her mind and heart in so many ways, but she feels noone is listening, not even in their dreams.
She had to pretend to feel the wrapping around from another man’s arms as he is with her, and the reality of it not real makes her do silent screams.
She’s losing hope and tries to accept things as they are, although it won’t budge.
For those veiled feelings cover them like death shrouds and never will she know deep inside because it could result in a grudge.

The Lusted One

She had no choice but to let him go, despite her deep feelings for him for reasons of true love and finding out where she belongs.
Her heart is broken yet fulfilled by his warm sung songs.
She had to leave for the both of their sakes over risks of someone getting hurt.
Never have they actually met in person but conversed in languages of lust with each other that was beyond a flirt.

Her true love was always there, even when they were apart.
Her true love is with her, if she knows who it is, has been from the start.
She decided to come home to her mistaken true love ske took vows to.
She sacrificed her freedom, her real feelings, and desired lust in order to be true.

Inside her mind, the lusted one weighs in her thoughts as time passes by.
She looks at pictures of him frequently thinking deep inside she wants to cry.
For it was him she really wanted, but did the right thing for she felt he was too good for her.
As she’s now more lonely than ever, with her phony true love to live her life so no more feelings for the lusted one can anymore stir.

Inconsiderate Loser

A loser has courage to tell a little girl in front of his maiden how he loves to whisper sweet nothings to her like a sexually driven, mad dog.
A loser has courage to disrespect his significant other, when in reality, the other ladies find him a frog.
Only a loser would not even care how much it hurts the one he’s supposed to be with as he continues without a care to satisfy his erotic hunger by playing his game.
Only a loser would not think twice about his ball and chain for his needs are more important and everything else stays the same.

Forget about the one who cared while he flirts with the easy whores in front of his eventual ex-bride’s face.
Only the disrespectful would ever have the common courtesy to leave his thoughtless feelings in control, so the careless bride would not feel out of place.
How rude a person can be to satisfy a hunger for self-fullfillment needs?
How inconsiderate for a man to be to his worn-out bride, who did everything for him, about his uncontrollable sexual feelings for other ladies as her heart bled about it so many times, but now to the point the heart no longer bleeds.

Forget he loved his former bride who thought he wanted, but the concept of it between them lied.
Bitter and assured feelings that he has no understanding of bonding, respect, unconditional love, made her ideas of love buried and died.
Just for cheap thrills, he never cared to think about the one he took vows to, the one he thought he could love.
His words were only of pity, and in a way, he knew he was damned from the mistakes he made to from the powers above.

Inconsiderate loser needs a life where she can be herself and where she can belong and be away from him not to rub in her face promises that he will do better.
Never again will she believe his words not if he even wrote it to her in a letter.
He toyed with her heart and, at times, could not behave like a mature adult, all they had together was laughter, the rest was a lie.
Never will she be able to trust him again, or fully trust another man, because it will usually come back and hit her in the eye.

This Game

The joke’s on him as he tries to sneak away to take her for everything she has except her will and pride.
He’s taken everything else from her, including her heart, as his slick behavior will eventually collide.
A joker, he is, like a fool, who will get caught from his games he thinks he wins.
Trying to walk away from his responsibility of problems that he brings on him, for he can’t face his own sins.

Giving up from arguing with idiots who will never win the battle of being the player of this game that are matters of the heart.
She sobbed her eyes out enough as she views the sea of her emotions feeling defeated and torn apart.
Many forms of erotic attraction gets involved, as only one will be there for when this game is repeated.
Time to move on to a different journey of each phase of love as she’s too old for this game that’s childish and easily defeated.

Immaturity of last ones, so confused, is to blame by not taking the time to review what’s right and wrong.
Heading to a private island in solitude, in her mind, to evaluate if these feelings are really no longer strong.
Death is a resting period for her as a new door will open in time, once she rids herself of the game player who gave her mixed feelings and disturbing, uncomfortable views like a hated song.
Life will welcome her to something new and different, a new phase, maybe love….the continuing game of fantasies of erotica as she wants to have both worlds that deeply cause her more torture and heartache by her side.
She’s needing revived by someone who will stand by her and abide.

The Magic Behind The Blood, Red Roses

Pricked from the thorns of these roses she’s been holding for years because these roses were wept and sewn from her own hands that she put so much work into them that she created a special force inside the blossoming blood, red buds.
The reluctance and strong, stubborn-willed power and refusal to give them as a gift to that special someone has been caused by the systematic cuts and scrapes from those specific thorns that make her pure blood fill her veins by being troubled, disturbed, confused, and frustrated to force her to rather attack these days with her secretly build scuds.
As years have passed and each passing day, she holds the mystical, magical roses with those thorns that still pierce her as she knows this power behind this elegant flower, with the color of the red representing undying, unconditional love with intimate passions on an occasional night when the mood is right, and a unique bond of compromise, laughter, friendship, and this constant animal attraction that never ends, and she is still patiently waiting.
Her suitor is a mystery to herself, a dream at this point in time, only a want as most things in life seem to be…just wants, but she wants this in a patient way and done for the right reasons as she looks out beyond the seas of her perceptions to find a familar pleutonic companionship only and let time determine the time down the broken paths traveled of the beyond intense mating.

The lady with the blood, red roses finds herself in no hurry to map out that right suitor, only to learn time and patience and not mind her own bloodshed from the wounds of the ongoing pricks from the sharp thorns.
Deep inside her still remains the trickery, deceit, lies, and disappointments that make her want to lie in the dark pastures of the cloudy, stormy skies of insecurity, confusion, doubts, and feeling that it is only pipe dreams that inside are rips and torns.
Not to mean her patience can run as thin as ice and her desires flame like a bonfire of those lustful thoughts and erotic dreams of romance and unity have only been nothing but a deep down desire and as is and still remains.
Where she stands now, there is no sun, just non stop downpour of rains.

Her youthful spirit and inner beauty remain deep inside wanting to get out for she is the woman of Pisces, the sign of the old and wise, know by feeling, emotional, and fear not of showing our hearts and empathy through our dreamy and creative, abstract ways, and her outer beauty is not what it used to be as she grew older and let herself go due from unseen illness and the torturous nightmares of life happening while she is awake feeling she has a hard, shameful time living with.
Slowly, she is blossoming to benefit herself and enhance as much outer beauty as she can, for she feels there is nothing left of that, also needing to know the difference between reality and myth.
The lady’s desire is to someday, eventually find the chosen one to give this priceless and small, yet powerful, present as she put alot of effort into tending by herself to give him that power to learn and see unconditional love, respect, bonding, and trust.
Once the chosen suitor recieves the roses, a kinetic force of energy that makes them have feelings of thoughtfulness, appreciation, gratitude, and a sense of flattery and honor will hit him at full force while also knowing he is that special to her will touch his heart with a full thrust.

It is true roses die and material things get broken, stolen, or washed away, she knows, and what she planted didn’t cost her nothing because inside her visions the seed has been planted and is still developing roots yet.
It’s a small price to pay for her as put all her efforts of watering it, trying to nurture it, realizing things take time and patience no matter if it takes years because time is not a guaranteed bet.
Small tokens of affection, whether it is through technology, a rock from the ground, or a tooth actually pulled out from your mouth by one’s self, free or not, it doesn’t really matter to her, she loves the thought and meaning behind it, and all she wants is to laugh, talk about anything with someone no matter if it is uncomfortable or not, no secrets or hiding anything.
Also occasional cuddles and simple pleasures of intimate fun as that respect remains and that compromise, mutual understanding, respect and desire is still residing.

Enough Hiding

Lavendar fields with orange blossoms trailing on for miles as the purple skies set forth reflecting the evening sky.
Looking into his eyes through pictures, for all she has him by.
A garden of red roses without thorns prancing through her visions of him were of good times and fun.
When they get closer by meeting more and seeing how far they’ve run.

She doesn’t know what it is about the bedroom, blue eyes and his innocent, sensual smile that makes her blood boil.
She doesn’t understand where these feelings come from when her legs begin to coil.
She wants to see more of him in person…to see who he is as far as his knowledge, charm, and sweetness he may play.
She ravishly wants his body up against hers as their hypnotising eyes gaze into their souls can only feel what it’s like at bay.

Enough of not understanding why it just is.
Enough of the veiled feelings to only make us feel human as she just wants a kiss.
Wanting him to touch her in ways beyond the unknown.
Enough of the mask wearing, as truths are known.

The best is brought out of her over a dream that she hallucinates before her peaceful sleep.
Taking her to worlds of where she wants to be that makes her even more deep.
Sunflowers waving their lifeless bodies from the breeze as she’s running through wildflowers making her feel so pretty.
How she wants to impress him deeply by her being so witty.

She is fearful of getting her wish because of nervousness of utter disappointment when they meet face to face.
Wanting him to appreciate her peculiar personality through the shrouds of black lace.
Yet again she doesn’t care because she needs to exactly know he is only a vision so true.
Or is he only a vision of imagination that won’t actually go through?

Saying Good-Bye

A kiss on the cheek is given and a warm hug is exchanged as hours on ahead, the girl will be alone.
He whispers sweet nothings in her ear as he takes her hand to look at her familiar face one last time as it cuts her heart to the bone.
Not wanting it this way as they both begin to cry.
As for them being lovers, they are saying good-bye.

Memories of good times and cherishable moments were spemt under their old oak tree in the pastures of love.
Even with the good times they had to part ways for their problems  could not be worked out even with help from above.
Deciding to be best friends until they day they die.
As far as being friends, it’s hello instead of good-bye.

The two became different like two total strangers in a drunken, erotic affair.
Going their separate ways once more because they both care.
There will always be some sort of friendship but no love as its marked in the sky.
No longer close and in love as they say good-bye.

Tears no more for they were shed being together unhappily ever often more.
The heart still sinks though it was a treasure of good times that now has to close the door.
When something doesn’t work out, the idea of being lovers begins to fly.
They had to move on, saying good-bye.

Waiting

As the days progress, she waits to see his handsome soul as she wants to look deep into his baby, blue eyes to caress his soft lips with her index finger to silence him not to speak.
For she knows what he will say to her as her lips press gently against his as her knees will grow weak.
He will have to catch her fall as she slowly slips down to the floor in utter dizziness due to the affection of fondness she so wanted to give.
The liking she has for him may not yet be love, but it gives her a reason to live.

As the days turn dark, she waits to lay in her bed beside him as she rubs his head to sedate him to sleep with a peck on his smooth, silk forehead.
As he drifts into a peaceful slumber beside her as if his sleep is like the dead.
As she closes her eyes, her dreams of him enter her mind like a vivid, romantic movie.
As a smile wears on her face as she sleeps that makes her feel groovy.

Waiting for him, so she can be his friend.
Waiting for the day they meet with a hope of no end.
Waiting for the nervousness she feels when she sees his face and hears his voice for the first time.
Waiting for the moment of a possible connection so sublime.

She feels like she is young again as she feels she may met her type.
She is excited like a teenage girl on her first date with all the hype.
Waiting patiently for him turning down hot, steamy sexual affair offers from other men who wants her bad.
She wants him to know that she is true blue and want to be the best he’s ever had.

Waiting for this stranger to come in her home.
Waiting to meet this stranger to get acquainted wherever they roam.
Not for certain why he’s the particular one she wants so badly.
He is beyond everything she ever wanted in a man as she looks at his pictures, she really wants him badly.

Until then she will sit debating.
Until then, she will be patiently waiting.

Bitter Partings

He makes a mockery out of her because he is being disloyal not even giving a thought about her.
Moving on with his life like nothing’s ever happened not a memory to occur.
He doesn’t appreciate her needs and wants anymore; he gets mad when she is down.
The disturbance of an unfair situation is beginning to crown.

It is always what he wants as both of them agreed to part ways.
So he can jump into the arms of someone else, so he won’t have lonely days.
Leaving her alone is something he may enjoy.
All she ever was to him was his slave toy.

She did everything she could to make him content.
The feelings have died, and solitude is now spent.
She’s wondering why she feels so empty, when he is not the one knight in shining amour.
He can’t stay in one place so he has to become a charmer.

She’s angry and resented by the way things turned out.
Not so much at him, it is the solitude that’s about.
Taking it out on him when he really did nothing wrong.
The only way to get through this is for her to be strong.

What to do now, she is on her own.
Inside herself she wants to wail and moan.
Tears swell up for she can not face.
Him with another woman at the same place.

Not fair to her, as she’s the one who got played.
Karma came creeping up to her, she feels she is being paid.
Feeling the one to suffer for he doesn’t even care.
That she has no one or nothing in her heart’s air.

Parted ways, is what they did best to save themselves.
Old volumes of their books are all back on the shelves.
One day she will smile.
When the she finds the one in a short while.

A Wished Inspiration

Destiny’s on the feminine side like lady luck is transferring an summons to the chosen one to her mailbox of hopes and dreams.
Worth the gamble to take that giant risk of an affair in her mind the shameless extremes.
Being cautious as there are possible consequences for the temptation can follow her soul in a spinning motion.
All signs pointing to the affirmative as she takes a taste of the dearest potion.

Justice is served over a confusing, tempting decision she’s about to make.
She sits alone in confidence to choose variety in her world of living about this risk she may take.
Her time will come as soon as she fights her inner battles and gain confidence and balance in her weight.
For now she has to sit there ruling her own emotions and conflicts preventing her to hesitate.
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She prays to her higher power with sweet blessings and gifts for assistance in providing the answers to the ongoing questions for clarification.
Arising from her own death with many others on this path of life to provide her own verification.
This is the element in her way of life to get all the things she wants to fulfill her fantasies of wealth, love, and power.
All she need do is ask, and it will be given to her in a single, picturesque flower.

When she knows all these answers as all the signs are there nagging at her over a man who has a power so enlightening.
To cast a spell of her own to gain wisdom in this truth and to attract this make who strikes her is so frightening.
All she need do is to call the corners of Earth, Air, Water, and Fire.
To get what she wants to her every desire.

Her intuition is strong on her quest of life because she is highly inspired.
By this man she’s only spoken to in typed messages that she wants his friendship with a little lust required.
He sees her as a bad, naughty girl that can make him feel so much pleasure.
Both knowing their friendship is special with feelings to treasure.

Influenced By The Signs Of Water

A cup overfilled by the signs of water with unending amusement and joy as the sun shines down this dusty, old path that leads to salvation and freedom between the vast mountains.
A man’s third eye can be exposed as it shimmers so brightly as all his chakras are floating up in the air as he pours a glass of champagne to toast to the entities who are in being by the fountains.
The meadows are so filled with green as the weeds are in it’s blossomed stage with wild flowers revealing as secret of purity.
He must have patience to tolerate his pertinent security.

Chained to a problem that’s causing him great grief and depression as someone of false hopes is dominating his soul with negative thoughts of failure and sacred loss.
Little balls of fire and grapes of wrath in vines are on the tales of this couple who is in an argument over heated divergences of infidelity and the picture turns gloss.
Blackened air of uncertainty for a flame is about to ignite on his soul if he doesn’t free himself from the unconstructive aspects of this situation of intense pain.
He needs to seek guidance from someone who has the power in his favor to gain.

Working hard to find a way to gain a solution to this problem that makes him whole and stable again day by day.
A bird gets information from his star connections so he can rest assure that he doesn’t have to work any harder for pay.
About to bathe in emotions for he seeks the signs of water to make him feel better.
As the person of this sign can encourage him by the dear, sweet words of kisses even wetter.

Again, a woman of intuitive power is about to enter his life as good times of friendship and guidance are provided to gain the help he needs.
Overabundance of fruitful rewards and non judgmental views will gain the offspring of his seeds.
To him she has the second sight that might be useful to him in many ways.
Not only does he find her mysterious and beautiful but their connection of friendship with feelings pays.

Together they can provide the answers to their malnourished spirits because the Earth Mother can provide all things the universe’s nature as it sits so patient and fair.
As the water fall glides down to comfort his soul and to teach him something from the unknown lair.
Her crown is made of white flowers visioned by him so pure.
He just needs to clear his thoughts of this problem to be so sure.

View Of The Distant Lady

Her elegance is full of perception and knowledge, yet so stunning and enigmatic for she has the side of a wild cat.
She has the second sight s there’s a crystal ball on her crown like a unique hat.
She doesn’t discriminate by seeing black or white but she understands the balance of both worlds for she holds the key.
She will never tell anyone those secrets when it comes to finding spirituality.

The Goddess goes through the femme fatale as this is a matter of the heart of love and choices.
Two people questioning to be together trying to hear the voices.
A forbidden fruit tree represents thoughts so tempting as this serpent who resides there is beckoning her call to the mire.
Leaves on fire for it is the sign of the male, represents her desire.

Desperate measures need to be taken as a journey is at hand to reach the point of destination.
Both different as night and day their adventure is fascination.
Leaving behind the castle of all material possessions to be happy.
Heading towards the clean path that may be sappy.

Having the courage to speak up and get by this wild world of a full fledged wish as she is waiting for someone.
Having the gift to tame the wild because of her youthful spirit so fun.
The Goddess has her watched in case of any mistakes.
To give her male lion nurture something he deserves and takes.

The fostering woman has the ability to be known as her name represents sexuality and fertile dreams.
A loving mother, a potential it seems.
Her beauty is pure as she represent erotic play.
His views of the distant lady is as is from a short distance away.

The Most Stunning Visualization

Slowly walking through the meadows with beautiful, wild flowers as the scent of the breeze hits his eye-catching face.
Looking up to the clouds as his thoughts become in place.
Laying down on the pasture as he unfolds out to relax and let nature speak to him in mysterious tongues of what his mind asks.
Only responses coming from the chirping birds and rustling leaves, nature performs its tasks.

The sun unblemished down as it warms his body so lightly like covering up in a blanketed quilt.
Taking pleasure in the music to his ears without feeling any guilt.
Something so grand as the smell of the Earth hits close to home.
Up he rises to taking a stroll in the heavenly pastures to roam.

He dances in a ring of light so gracefully scene.
As someone was watching him, without him knowing, as he sustained his dance on the grass so green.
He resembles an angel in the clouds as seen his soul can float up in the air in elegant measures.
The view of his stunning gratification is worth many treasures.
Viewing him laugh as the sun told him a spirited joke.
Suddenly, came drops of nature’s water as his amusements invoke.

His soul is being showered in the rain as he persists to dance with his arms to the sky.
Seeing his contentment of nature’s purposes could happily make a soul cry.
As being watched from afar.
His heart became ajar.

Welcoming The All with open arms and praise.
The most beautiful thing seen for the rest of days.

A Request For Her Jewel

In her notions appears a man who reminds her of a desire that’s been history many years ago.
The difference is he grants her compliments and the attention the other didn’t putting her in vertigo.
An idea so insane as they are only faces in the crowd.
If she wasn’t tied down or bonded, she would parade him proud.

All the women in the world are blessed to have this man enter their lives whether it be come or go.
It would make her so envious if a woman becomes his glow.
Confusion between the two gentlemen and a wanting desire is beginning to occur.
Out of all these women he has visited, wishing it was her.

An affair of the heart is all she has cause they never saw face to face.
A fear if they did, her body would make him go someplace.
For is she was thin like a model, not knowing how shallow he can be.
If anything happens, he would avoid intimacy.

He is like an immaculate piece of art, a sculpture so pretty to look at.
Thoughts of only pure lust makes her purr like a cat.
Never meaning for this to happen, for her freedom has a limitation.
She is thinking of going for it, if he offers the invitation.

She loves her man by her side as she is devoted to him so true.
But they have some problems that may finish them through.
Fiery wishes she feels for the one but is so afraid.
Her visions of doing erotic and friendship things with him in her mind is played.

The one may reject her because of her body and limited complications of being taken.
For he may fear a mistake could be making.
He wants to chase her for she senses that intensely.
But, both afraid to act, the feelings of attraction are immensely.

As she lays awake at night, she speak to her spiritual parents of her wishes and desires.
Wanting a chance to ignite all of his fires.
An answer’s unknown, for this is a mystery.
Of the one she calls her jewel, a friendship’s beginning history.

Meeting The First Time

Living in a hallucination of a man and woman meeting in person for the first time nervously speculating who is getting pushed away?
Assuming what they feel is one thing, but thinking is another ball game to play.
Their hands begin to shake that had an electrifying shock that is so sublime.
When they met for the very first time.

The time hasn’t came as daydreams occur looking at each other’s photographs because it is the only way they can visit each other when in the need.
Thoughts of pure thirst positively rises with her as her heart starts to bleed.
When she looked at his picture, her body went numb.
Wanting to see him in person, but she feels she looks so dumb.

She’s not knowing how he believes, the thoughts he may have might be cruel.
Although he says kind words to her, he could be dishonest, but to her he’s a jewel.
Spoken words, sharing the same interests, and exchanging flirtatious messages is only as far as it went.
But when they meet for the first time, will it be a distinct kind of scent?

There are feelings of desire, the more they converse.
Wanting to know more can also be a curse.
The woman has a beau that stays by her side for countless hours of the day.
Obstacles dent things in every way.

She loves her beau, but she wants this man’s passion.
Wanting to take a risk just to see him in some fashion.
This man could be a fake, but she knows that’s not true or misleading.
The aching for his touch leaves her heart badly bleeding.

The man needs to confess his attractiveness to her as if he is keeping this a secret to himself.
He is afraid of what will fall off the shelf.
There is a desire in their homes, but something does not make sense.
They’ve never met each other, but only feelings are bliss.

There’s got to be a way to test their fate.
Keeping their feelings a secret to this date.
Because of the man she’s with will not find out a clue.
When they meet for the first time, their words must chew.

Romance Under The Lighted Moon
The dark outside is bright seeing the eyes of a love that glows with twinkles like the stars farther in the sky.
As walking through the forests with arms wrapped around each other enjoying romance at its high.
The crisp, cold atmosphere discharges smoke out of mouths for breaths are seen as pure magic happens tonight.
Seeing the moon glow shine down on bodies exposes their nakedness about ready for tonight’s delight.

Removing clothing in the cold, glowing night air.
For each souls feel each other like touching feathers without any care.
Laying on top of their bodies kissing passionately as mouths play games of tug of war as smiling takes place.
Eye to eye they gaze into each other’s souls as the feelings of contentment is the case.

Holding hands as naked bodies provide a warm like feeling for the chilly air is ignored there is no haste.
Enjoying being inside one another as they explore their own passions having a romantic taste.
Breathing hardly and near panting as sounds begin to roar our from a feeling beyond great.
No point in stopping the love making movements as the intensity becomes to gravitate.

A climax is reached as the mammals of Mother Earth release a pleasing, explosive sigh.
Holding each other laughing as affection is not a lie.
Playful kisses and cuddly as the moonlight shines through their nudity like two innocent children so curious.
Exchanging words of pillow talk as their feelings are further than furious.

Towards the end as it was declared.
A fondness so deep to not be compared.
An erotic token of warmth passed on the shining Lune.
Nothing like a little romance under the lighted moon.

Crossroads

Trying to decide which road to journey on as both are exactly the same paths as the confused soul is clueless to what it should do.
There’s a road traveled many times and a road never traveled but the choices of the old is so tiring, just wanting something new.
Intense visions of idiosyncrasy to the road of the unknown which shows with an open gate.
Reoccurring days of fantasy is the road never traveled waiting to take walk there only knowing curiosity can gravitate.

When the love of the old and a yearning taste of the new.
Which road to go on risking having few.
As both roads cross over there’s no map to decide.
The feelings of lust can no longer hide.

As the road always traveled remains the same, but the ordinary is beginning so dull as many obstacles tempt to the being to cross.
As the road never traveled has excitement but uncertainty rises again, so it can’t be decided by a coin toss.
Both roads are similar in so many ways like identical twins wearing the same cloth.
Which to turn to is almost lying in sloth.

A stalemate has been decided.
Cause the decision is divided.
To camp out on the crossroads until the answer is known.
It could take so much time there at the parallel roads that the being will be laid to rest underneath a carved stone.

When both roads are the same, but the never traveled road is so tempting but the fear of the risk.
Desirable thoughts of the new makes the soul frisk.
Until that time comes, there’s nothing to do.
At the crossroads it stays until the heart’s answer comes through.

Superficial Love Connections

Hitting words on the keyboard exchanging thoughts of amity and common interests although the disguises were worn.
As the days flew by, the messages on the screen became more like a rose without a thorn.
Such splendor the two had shared sharing a romance through a monitor spending countless hours wondering about their interior souls.
Such adoration and music in the air as they typed messages of affection in amorous scrolls.

Each passing moment was new as the heated worries and desires come forth bringing two souls together for both were blind to see.
Never did they meet by physical identity.
One soul had a heart and was no beauty in the figure on the outside except for the face.
Nervous enough a meeting must come into place.

As periods came unbridled, the mind-set of warmth and compassion became once set.
The two were perfect strangers in love like a cup run over with water and certainty with not one regret.
More both knew each other and the decision was let free.
The two wanted more than a friendship, together wanted adoring intimacy.

The time came when the two could no longer fight their inquisitiveness and felt the two should meet.
One soul worried about the outer appearance, for the other soul spoke words of not even caring having extra meat.
A love so strong between outsiders as the decision was made to unveil their genuine masks.
One soul so happy the other accepted with no other question to ask.

Came the day, it was their time to dance.
Finally one soul’s dream became accomplished finding romance.
Face to face seen, the love slowly began to fade when the other soul saw the character’s appearance.
It could not deal with the false expectations had causing the disappearance.

A broken mind became ill as the pain was so strong like a heart being ripped out from the chest.
Wondering what this soul did to fail this test.
A self-esteem shattered for what thought was meant to be in its eyes from their previous mentions.
The two split up over superficial love connections.

The Empress’s Real Fantasy

He walks toward the door of her domain as the Empress sits on her throne surrounded by flowers and kind, furry animals with a maiden by her side.
He kneels down before her kissing her hand with his soft, sweet lips of lust and passion he can no longer hide.
She smiles so warmly as she looks down on him to want to hold him, caress him, and rest his head on her massive, billowy breasts.
To touch his face as she stands him up to look into his interesting, handsome, lustrous eyes to see the yearning as passion rests.

The Empress’s face learns toward his as her lips pressed against his like tasting something soft and sweet.
Two of them in trances as they first meet.
He takes her hand and strokes it gently as he could not resist his internal raging fires of attraction as his words nervously expressed from his mouth like flowing water.
The Empress wants to devour his soul in a heated up slaughter.

For both unknown what’s to become for they only just met in a time not no more than minutes on end.
A dance from the two of them will no longer be to comprehend.
Her power of his knowledge is so great that she can read his thoughts of exploration and curiosity of what he is wanting to know.
She senses he wants more than dancing and some picture show.

He finds her beauty to be genuine as fear rises above his chest for he can may no longer breathe.
She finds him so beautiful as his eyes tell his story she’s about to perceive.
As they look and seen what souls they were about to offer only to find what next step to take.
The Empress has boundaries, however, that can not bring her in the make.
Lies the Emperor who always stands by her side at constant measures.
When she wants the man she first seen for more than simple pleasures.

Technology Strangers

In a glimpse of a picture, in the words of interesting conversations going back and forth in such magnificent times that’s never wasted.
Imagining a kiss well worth tasted.
Being as one with just a click of a button to know there’s so much friendship and caring.
When the final point is reached, it’s so overbearing.

Glossy visions of uncertainty, only to make one so ate up inside with curiosity like a cat searching for a mouse.
Thinking of one another, fantasizing in the reasoning house.
Wonder what if the feelings are so genuine or just something silly because of the scenarios of perfect strangers.
Unknowing to take a risk because of the proceeding dangers.

One shares the same thoughts to another as both writes to and fro in instant notes in timeless hours only to know more is shared.
Only obstacles are the barriers prevented from the dared.
If only in person can a solution be found to grasp the real feelings to see if it is the truth or just lust.
If only in person can be gained a perfect trust.

Sitting around for moments imagining what the being is like, like a dog sniffing another dog to gain its scent.
Imagining the risk of spending time worth spent.
Real or imaginary the feelings may be drives one insane to the point of consumption.
Only to find out this could only be an assumption.

Total strangers exchanging words sitting on a chair in front of the screen, as if they knew one another already in a past time as another being.
The yearning of wanting to meet one another, just to be seeing.
The risks are high but should it be cared or risked anyway.
Maybe…maybe…just someday.

A Wanting

A wanting of passion imagining face to face with lips moving closer together gazing at each eye to eye.
As hands are taken, the feeling is like a high.
Caressing touches as chills run down spines like taking in the feeling of a warm, mild day.
As grown closer, there is no ending, not anyway.

Removing clothes as each takes a deep breath to wonder what is inside their souls, a curiosity so great to know.
Arms begin to wrap around each other, the souls show.
Touching, feeling, a wanting of being inside the cave of sweet paradise known as gasping for air.
It’s the motions of slow dance like movements they share.

Sounds bellow out of mouths as the heat rises high and the pressure feels so intensely like having a body rubbed to relieve such tension.
Then the release of connections is something to mention.
Laying on top as eyes gaze into their souls with a pleasurable exhaustion and a smile of satisfaction.
There’s everything there that counts as action.

Beside each lays the hearts growing vaster from the fact of the connection.
In slumbers, there is a feeling of perfection.
A wanting so strong can lead to the innocent, breathtaking souls of true love.
Together…only together it has risen above.

A Handfasted Love

A kiss and a caress when two souls look into each other’s eyes to view the beauty in and out.
A feeling of self-worth and unlikely doubt.
Arms wrapped around each other feeling so warm as the soul’s sun bathing in sky clad.
Knowing to have something so glad.

Use the trust, the loyalty, the things shared so deep in common like best friends entwined with one another in the inner soul.
The way it should be, an accomplished goal.
Recognizing each other’s hearts is more nourishing and clean.
Inside the souls’s eyes gleaming like a scenic nightly ravine.

Feeling the bodies of each other nude as hands are held with a tender kiss and the mating of their souls into one.
The magic of love is now done.
Sleeping beside as the night gets light like the moon changing phases like an eternal night light.
This is a feeling so out of sight.

Eternally and forever they shall be one like the God and Goddess of this bitter, cold, yet worthy world of ups and downs.
Up comes next are the vows as hands are wrapped in a white ribbon looking like gowns.
Speaking the words of promise and love within a beautiful, vast feeling so peaceful as the sounds of the ocean.
A feeling so grand finally set into motion.

Unspoken Desires

A picture that looks beautiful from within first seen as a stone, cold heart turns warm.
Just one look, a heart could swarm.
Face to face although a stranger inside one’s compassion, yet doubtful mind.
At least it is known as one of a kind.

Stabbed in the heart as blood drips down to a puddle that looks like black paint.
When it is felt and seen, it becomes faint.
Only an illusion, a bitter piece of the tree bark tasting one’s soul like a chocolate bar.
It’s always completed, yet so very far.

Finding a way to the heart as it enters the one’s peaceful slumbers of thoughts and desires.
Only to light up the soul’s blazing fires.
Drinking the fine wine inside the imagination of smiling faces and slow dances.
Giving two people such daydreaming trances.

What’s to give when it can only be a secret kept inside because it’s only false dreams?
The pitter-patter of the wanting extremes.
Sigh…sigh…sigh…only a deep unfulfilled fantasy like a gothic romance.
Never knowing if there is a chance.

Walking away to live another day.
No words to say.
Inside the dreaming soul’s decay.
Never knowing if it’s today.