Surfing treacherous waters…

It reeks horribly of death

The sharks are in the water

Your blood is what they really crave

Thoughts and emotions are added also

More and more is what they want from you

They are disturbed if they can’t get your heart

It is all a game and it is something they just do

The it’s not you it is me is a sign often used

Hearts, saved on their arms as a trophy

No care about all of their pains given

You are just a floor mat to them

They kill you with their lies…

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You’re all over me…

Your birthday set in stone inside

my brain

Your name, a tattoo across my chest

and it bleeds colors still

Your history with me and those very

steamy nights, hard to overcome

Your fragrance, not perfume, rather

your bodies’ natural scent

You have my laundry go back to back

to back and more with your scent

You have me waiting on a green light

one that has me waiting for you:(

You are the measuring stick of any

that I may date FOREVER

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Ghosted

You left me all alone

Your I love you lies

Yet I can’t say goodbye

Why am I worthless?

Why am I merely a toy?

When do I get to fly?

The meteor crashed on me

The Tsunami  hit harder

The 5.0 earthquake too…

But all I can do is think about YOU

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I lose my mind as I’m over you

You cause me to completely delete

Then I wimper and I do retreat

But that’s over now

You’re a used up cow

Your bad HEAD skills make you incomplete

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One slice, two slice, three slice, GONE/LOVE STINKS

How many licks or hits to get to the center of?

There are actually articles on both, which is scary

Do we all deserve love, do we all deserve love?

DO we all deserve lust, do we all deserve lust?

Do we all lie about which we want?

Do we try to get over and play them?

DO we simply find ourself played?

Should we try so, try hard and forever give UP?

Do we get back on the horse to get bucked again?

Do we get jaded and are simply waiting?

Just screw with not much feelings, except the

gushy wet kind. Sorry, needed to…

There is no such thing as a heartless badass

The bigger the bigger their heart and alone they

cry the hardest

Those playing do so just as much and more

There is not shame being played or the fool, did

you at least have fun?

Did you get anything back?

If so, move on to the next and if not take notes

Do not be over jaded and guarded but live a bit

freely but also do not BE MEAN!

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My Vixen is out there

Smart and sweet

oh so complete

A dime piece at least

A new wife if life’s bad

battles retreat

She knows where to push

and it makes me gush

How does she own me so

easily?

When I am so definitely

pushy?

How she dances her words

around me

How she makes me feel

a fool

How she has me waiting as

if a lost puppy

Embered leaves are reinvigorated

with her swirling passion

Enamored since first sight of this

Angelic Delight

She is out there swirling and curtseying

as she bows with a devilish grin:)

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The Past…

Things lost in the fire that was ME

Too much litany but here goes

Love and laughter

Movies and sneaking

Training with purpose

Pets, a house and dancing

Bad days were good days

Watching American Idol

Stealing kisses under blue light

Touches and caresses

Rhythmic rolling sweet orgasms

Repeating, back arching

Breaking headboards

Nobody mattered but us

Electric touches from the floor to

the ceiling

Zaps from anywhere that landed

with purpose

All I did was to get to you my dear…

I need that feeling back in my life

I do not want to live like this..

Rather I wish to take the past and

put it back into NOW and the FUTURE…

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