Tag: poetry
He was choking her
He was choking her.
She was lost in his eyes not completely understanding what was drawing her in.
He gave her a kiss so deep, so passionate her lips began to feel numb, yet she just couldn’t resist.
He had her gasping for air, as he traced her body with his finger tips.
He was choking her, it was something she had never felt before.
She tried to control her breathing as his tongue explored her;
From her neck,
to her breast,
followed by her belly button,
down to her thighs and back up to her mouth.
He was choking her, kissing her softly, picking her up slowly, moving her in a rhythm that made her explode.
He was choking her, as he devoured her, filling her with so much love that she forgot how to breath.
-Kbeautifulmind
Easter Morning…
Easter morning and I wake up with chills, as I lay on the bed wishing you were here.
Easter has always been the holiday that brought you so much joy, because you loved the atmosphere there was in the world.
You always shared with me your thoughts and said…
“Today just seems to bring unity in families and you can’t help but feel blessed.”
Last year Easter was just so cold and blue, as it fell on the Sunday of April 20th only two days before twenthy two.
As you laid there on your death bed with the hospice nurse by your side, she told us to celebrate today like everything was fine.
But how could we enjoy the holiday you loved so much, if you were in pain no longer able to look at us or say much.
I remember just holding you as I tried not to cry, my body so tired with no sleep or food to give it life.
Easter Sunday last year was a day of unity and love, but filled with so much pain as we waited for god to take you in his arms.
I didn’t feel peace, nor did I feel blessed, as you’ve always made me feel in the past because I was losing my bestfriend.
Yet here I am almost a year later on Easter morning, laying in bed, listening to your favorite songs, and in between all the tears and the pain I some how feel blessed.
I guess it’s because, I can still feel your presence.
-Kbeautifulmind
I miss you mommy.
“It’s not that you’re blinded by love, or have forgotten your worth.
It’s just that, getting lost in someone else seems to feel better then locking your heart in a cage.”
-Kbeautifulmind.
Getting lost in someone else…
You meet someone special who catches your eyes, you begin to commit as the days and months pass you by.
Your own mind begins to play games with your head, how can you possible count on him yet?
But you slowly give in…
You’re doing things you’ve never done before.
You’ve put so much time and effort with him, because it happened so naturally and seemed easy with him.
You see, it’s so easy to fall in the comfort of another’s arms because you’ve become vulnerable as you feel that connection of sparks.
So you give, and you give as you begin to get lost.
Then, the day comes along where something seems wrong.
You take a step back and begin to analyze…
The commitment your making is not bouncing back.
He says it’s due to the pain he once felt, yet he doesn’t seem to realize you’ve also been hurt once before.
You accept his excuses and cut him some slack, as you allow yourself to pour your heart out into his hands.
Trusting he’ll realize his feelings and get comfortable, as he sees your commitment and finds that you deserve so much more.
Only with time will you know what this is, yet you can’t help but wonder if time is what this needs.
Because you know your value and how special you are.
You know you deserve the very best, yet getting lost in someone else seems to feel better then locking your heart in a cage.
-Kbeautifulmind
This was inspired by a good friend of mine. Who trusted in me to share her thoughts at four in the morning because she believes I’m brave for sharing mine with the world.
Thanks amiga, love you!
Love me old school
Love me old school, give me your heart and show me your soul.
Love me old school, fill me with roses and sing me love songs.
Love me old school, take my hand and kiss it softly, write me poetry and tell me how much you want me.
Love me old school, open my door and show me you’re the gentleman I’ve always longed for.
Love me old school, dance with me and show me off to the world.
Love me old school, whisper in my ear and tell me all that you feel.
Love me old school, hold me tight as you promise to never let go.
“Love me old school”
-Kbeautifulmind
Never allow your woman to forget exactly why she chose you.
-Kbeautifulmind
Forgive…
For you shall not give them the pleasure to grow bitter, instead you should get your revenge and grow better.
-Kbeautifulmind
Starve your ego, quit hiding from me.
Feed my soul, you’re exactly what I need.
Show me what you want and that’s what I’ll be.
Tell me you want this, and I’m yours for keeps.-Kbeautifulmind
She was
She was everything he wasn’t.
She woke up something in him, he never knew was there.
She had him doing things he never did.
She had him twirling her and dancing on his two left feet.
She had him singing songs he never listened to.
She had him picking out flowers and wanting to write love letters too.
She had him day dreaming of what their future life could be.
She had him thinking of what else he could do, what else he could do to be his very best.
She had him wanting to be the very best for her.
-Kbeautifulmind
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