Category: Poetry

My Snowflake Lover

This is something that was not planned
The moment you stood there and took my hand
I recall it well…
T’was the day the first snow fell

I was trembling inside, you see
I wasn’t sure you were willing to be
With me on these cold winter nights
As I made love to you in the firelight

We both have a few years on us yet
Romance will never die with us, pet
You’re so cute in the spring, such full of heart
Does your flavor then shift from sweet to tart?

You laugh and play as you allow me in
When it shows, you come out, like it’s cinnamon
You tell me to breathe and not go so fast
Winter has come and we want this to last!

Kissing your lips is like coming home
Tender and sweet is all you have shown
I will be the man for these winter nights
And take you again to the highest height

Oh when the snow melts…
Don’t shy away from my snowflake of glass
That’s fragile and tender but I promise will last
I am a gentleman and will wait my turn
As you’re slowly undone… my fire will burn!

Pussy Sweet Chapstick Fiaberry Flavor

Hey Fia, how’s it going?

oh, it’s going really well. The party is jumping, and I’m just getting myself together.

I can see that you are getting yourself together, but for whom?

My date of course. He should be here in a matter of minutes.

He’s not at the party already?

I mean, he’s going to be in this bathroom in a matter of minutes.

He’s going to be in the ladies room?

Yep, you’re going to get kicked out, and he’s gonna come in and now getting ready.

(Pulling out the ChapStick)
(Lifting leg onto the marble sink)

Isn’t that a ChapStick? What are you doing with that?

This is not ChapStick honey, this is something I made special for what’s going to happen in a few minutes

Fia it looks like ChapStick. What are you talking about?

This is Pussy Sweet

That’s what?

I told you I created it and it’s called Pussy Sweet. It’s a ChapStick for the lips down there.

What would you need ChapStick for the lips down there, is it chapped?

Of course not but I want a little flavor down there.

Natural is the best right?

If natural’s the best, why are there so many preservatives and everything to make it taste so good?

Oh my God, girl you made ChapStick for your Pussy.

Yep, and it’s called Fiaserry

You named the pussy ChapStick Fiaberry?

Girl, the flavor is called Fiaberry. It’s all-natural, with some preservatives. If he does it right, he’ll get a little protein at the end, you know.

Every Friday, you come up with something new, and this is over the top. We’re at a party. You’re kicking me out of the lady’s room in about how many minutes I got?

Two minutes

You’re kicking me out of the lady’ restroom. You’re swiping the ChapStick on your lips in front of me as if I want to see your pussy. Not that it’s bad looking but I already have a date.

Yeah, it does look good. I had one of those, you know, waxing. He’s going to taste sweet Berry Fia with no resistance.

OK, I am out of here. Tell me how it works. If it works well, I’m going to order one from you.

Of course, I plan to have him as a pleased customer on the website. Now get out cause I hear the door opening.

(It’s Friday. I hope you like. Taking ChapStick orders in the Dm’s: This is a joke, Maybe)

My Text Lover

Secrets are meant to be kept between you and I

An agreement we have about the attraction we can not deny

I reach for you, and you know what to say

To relieve the stress, I had during the day.

We can never touch even when my body yearns for yours.

You tell me what to do as your words begin to explore

Gliding my hands over the body that’s in need

Caressing lips, making it hard to breathe

“Take me in,” You text to me

I do what you ask so obediently

I grind and swerve, imagining your hand is mine

Entering deeper, keeping up with the time

I was close almost over the edge

When I glance at the text

“Don’t cum just yet.”

Body trembling, wanting to be released

The agreement is I will do as you please

When you allow me to fall

I tumble so hard I see the stars.

 Panting and sweating with a smile on my face

I text back, “Same time, same place.”

(I do not own picture On google images)

Dream Lover

As if in a dream,
I laid down in a grass of green.
Not wanting to turn over,
Resting my head on clover
It was as if you heard my wish.
To grant my lips with a sweet kiss.
As gentle as a wisp of butterfly wings.
My heart starts to sing,
Of love old and new.

When breathe exhaled releasing the days’ strife.
I was granted a gift but once in a life.
A visit from you,
A secret held close to the chest.
Tender touches on supple breasts.
I wonder if this will last,
Until dawns first light.
Or will this be our last meeting?
In the dark moons sight.

It is now time to feel.
And not let my thoughts wonder.
As you bring me to a new height
My dream lover.

Angel’s Free II

I love  my life, it is important to me
Mama never believed a word that came out of my mouth
He cares for himself, for his wants, for his needs
It hurt
The worst pain I ever felt in my life
I lied to live; they would never believe me anyway
Mama sent me away so my body will be at peace for a while
They seen the healed scars on my skin
They asked if I wanted to go back
I have a choice
“No”
He will kill me this time
“No”
I want to be free
Angels are free
That’s when a white feather fell

This is the second rendition of a poem I had written with a rhyming scheme. If you would like to see the first one, I have posted it on Starsrite.com

Please tell me how you like it here or on the site. I would love to hear from you.

Sweet Tooth

I never considered myself as having a sweet tooth      
if my coffee is too sweet      
I pour it out      
if the frosting of a cake is too sweet      
 I push it aside      
Even if the fruit is too ripe      
I will not take a bite      
     
Then you came along my views changed      
My thoughts converted to all sorts of delectable delights      
     
I wondered how your lips would taste      
After you ate that grape      
How your skin would taste      
With that shimmery hue      
Making me wonder if it tastes like honey on you      
     
Where did you come from?      
That you tempt me so.      
I am very kept and well-controlled      
With one taste, I know I will shatter      
Like glass on concrete, everywhere I will scatter      
     
I decided if I have a taste of you    
It will be decided    
You are my sweet tooth    
I will no longer fight

Stars Write (Poetry)

If stars could write, I wonder what they would say.

Would it float there and dream of yesterday’s

would it mark down the seconds that you came into being

Or did it marvel at the oceans and the seas it has seen

 

If stars can write, would it be in a flurry

With swoops of decadent loops written down in a hurry

Would it try to get each and every word out before it flickers

Would you know if the star can get it all down any quicker

 

If you were the star in the sky, we see

What would you write and convey to me

Would it be of love or of loss

Would it be of deception at any cost

 

I am but one of the stars up above

They cannot retain what I need to say

in words that I love.

So, I will return home, which is called

Starsrite.

If you look into the sky

You will see that I am the first one out tonight.

 

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Goddess Bath (Poetry)

 

Warm scented waters
Enticing
Petals floating
Candles are lit
A soft, sensuous tune is played
Remove all your clothing
Step in
Lie back
Close your eyes and drift away
My touch is light
Igniting a low flame
My hands are coated
With oils to seep into you’re thirsty skin
I will take care of you
Massage every aching muscle
And in the end
If you find that you have drifted off
I will come to you in your dreams
For as long as you’re in the water
I will take care of you.

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