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Good Girl
Good girl
Those words move me
Quivering to my core
Sparks the embers in my cheeks
So many connotations
A thank you for listening
To your commands
A unique expression of adoration
As well as appetition
An ‘it’s going to be ok’
Psychedelic to my anxieties
Caress my curves
Trace the imprints you leave
On my soul
On my skin
Please, tell me again
I want to be your
Good girl
Sunday 26th November 2017 11:42 pm
All Dead
In the Springtime of my growing
The Summer of my knowing
Sown were the seeds for all my hopes and dreams
Through the rain and muddy water
There came up fragile flowers
To share with all my lovers
Where I expected trees
Being young, naive, and caring
I left my gate for sharing
Now trampled are my flowers
Trampled by my lovers
And the feet of many others
...Saturday 25th November 2017 2:08 pm
A Promise to You (Z)(11/01/2017)
A promise to you,
if you are willing.
You and I are worth it
No, that's not right
We are ALL worth it
We are all worth the work
and with that work divided
the load is lighter
I would love to meet her
I would love to love her
To see what you see in her
Because I know it's pure and right for you
She is wonderful
I know she is already
There's one thing w...
Monday 20th November 2017 10:12 pm
Fingernails
My hands are patterned by ambitions,
these lines on my skin are wishes,
palms marked like the sky after a shooting star
and shining when they interlace with your fingers,
your skin's wrinkles and crinkles.
The crevices of our skin do not match or meet
the way coloured paths on a map synchronise and intercross,
reaching destinations.
We are separate pieces of meat
but
...
Monday 31st July 2017 2:40 pm
Trust
You. Empowered.
By me.
My faith.
My hope.
My answer.
To your tender question.
Your enquiry,
over a metter delicate.
Personal.
A subject I hold close.
A card I let none other see.
A card that hurts,
for as long as
I hold this hand.
So, to play.
Show this hand.
Exposes part of me that's easy to injure.
A part held dear.
With ...
Friday 19th May 2017 5:20 pm
Confessions Of The Broken Hearted
Took you deep inside my tangled body where no ones ever been,
Let you run away when times got thin, and escape when I needed you
Late at night I throw up all the lies you feed me in the day and lay in a puddle of my own stupidity.
Its never been easy, its always been hard, to love you
I love you unconditionally, even when your words show no emotion, and your actions no care, I love you...
Friday 12th May 2017 9:45 pm
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