On a personal note...
My body is a temple of carnal indulgences,
My lips are for pleasure and the sweet whispers of desire.
I am a tease
I am willing to weave the words you want to hear,
yet rarely will you be afforded the ones you really crave.
I am a toy
Designed to play with until you are sated,
Sitting haphazardly in my box and knowing that soon it will be light.
I am a dream
Just another pale grain of sand drifting away with the tide,
perhaps someday I will get the chance to be a pearl.
My name does not make me
A radiant
Loving
Selfless
Creation
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.:~ Gifts I have given ~:.
Eyes of dark ember
A glimmer of hunger
Cool satin bedsheets
Gripped between
Fingers of warm steel
Lips that flutter across skin
Butterfly soft
A blender-full
Of raw emotion
Tainted purity
The moaning of wind
A time-warped divinity
Crystal clarity
Reflection
Life held by the hands of love-
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The blood flows through her like a kamikaze drum, her wild heart can be heard by even the most naive ear.
Her eyes sparkle like the Viking Sea, those blue green hues reflecting more about joy and pain then there should be in such little glimmering pools.
She is so strong; she carries the weight of the world over her shoulders, bearing its uneven burden better then most could dream.
Her body sways when she walks, her head dropping with the light disregard and beauty of a wilted flower, each step carrying the grace of a Broadway ballerina.
Her voice is strong and full of power; each word that drops from her full lips captivates me. When she is silent and when she writes her words are placed with care, her stories charming and sweet, even when the topic is far from the same...
She is beautiful in her own unique fashion, her clothing expressing the colors of the amazing soul that must reside inside her.
The expressions of her are reflected in every stroke of her pencil and pen; she is marvelous.