Tag: Emotional

Talk To Me

Seduce me with your words

Take me to a place, only you know how

Speak in the language of us

Let me close my eyes and feel

Every syllable

Every consonant

Every vowel

Guide me into a world that is ours

A lone

Away from prying eyes

Talk to me

Lead me to where the core of my desire is ignited
Let your words fall into a metered syncopation

In your own language

Describe the nuance of a touch

Make me crave you

Remind me of hunger

I starved myself

Waiting for you to feed me

Talk to me

You can whisper

To elicit my response

Speak on my lips

So I can taste your words

Ingest it until I’m full

Are you mad?

Or is it me who has gone mad

Waiting for you to say a word

Any word.

Take without touch

Make me vibrate

From your tone

When you are done

Make me regret

Your silence

Talk to Me

 


Seduce me with your words

Take me to a place, only you know how

Speak in the language of us

Let me close my eyes and feel

Every syllable

Every consonant

Every vowel

Guide me into a world that is ours

A lone

Away from prying eyes

Talk to me

Lead me to where the core of my desire is ignited
Let your words fall into a metered syncopation

In your own language

Describe the nuance of a touch

Make me crave you

Remind me of hunger

I starved myself

Waiting for you to feed me

Talk to me

You can whisper

To elicit my response

Speak on my lips

So I can taste your words

Ingest it until I’m full

Are you mad?

Or is it me who has gone mad

Waiting for you to say a word

Any word.

Take without touch

Make me vibrate

From your tone

When you are done

Make me regret

Your silence

Come to Bed (Poem)

 

Why don’t you come to bed?

Why don’t you come to bed stop pacing back and forth?

What happened earlier and what was said means nothing in the afterthought?

Why don’t you come to bed and just lay down?

I can see the weariness and the lines and the frown that you have on your face

lay down

why don’t you come to bed and just forget about it?

Yeah I know it’s easy for me to say forget about it

because you didn’t experience anything like that before but I have

I see that you’re angry and you’re frustrated in life situations

but that’s life

Life throws you situations and we are living

Come to bed lay down beside me and just breathe

You stopping there staring at me as if you can’t believe what I’m saying

Believe what I’m saying

I have let it go

Let it go

Are you now angry at me?

How can I let things just be

Let me tell you something and I’ll tell you this only once

This will happen again not to me but to someone else

I didn’t ask for it to happen

but things happen

She lied and he lied and they all agreed in the lie

Destroying our lives and one simple lie

You’re worried we won’t be able to stay here any longer aren’t you

Don’t worry listen to what I’m saying

Don’t worry I got you

Their lie will not follow me

It will not follow us

There are things that’s happening behind the scenes you see

I can’t tell you what they are

So just come to bed and believe in me

Tomorrow is another day and where we are is where we’re gonna stay

Come to bed and release all those frustrations on me

I’m frustrated too and angry you see

What’s that saying they used to say all the time

I am the quiet before the storm

The stillness before I do harm

and the harm is coming tomorrow so come to bed

Spend yourself, exhaust yourself

and sleep next to me

You will see what is going to happen tomorrow

After

You come to bed

 

(Hey fire starters let me know if you are liking the videos with the poetry)

Sexless World

 

Are we living in a sexless world?
Those who have it flaunt it.
Those who don’t want it.

There are so many people who dream of it.
Whether at night or in the day
to be taken in almost every way

Is there something in the air
Or something we ate
Somethings around us
Or given to us in a subliminal state

“Ah sex is not everything”
I heard that time and time again
If that is so, then why do we crave it so
my friend

There is a connection that is more than a touch
There is a slight devotion which to most of us means much
There is a burning that is douse with natural solutions
There is yearning that definitely brightens some of our constitutions

The natural chemical can dwindle in time
Never to be completely loss in an aged mind

Are we living in a sexless world
I should hope not
This is another question to unfurl
As I sit here in this spot.

(Let me know how you like it, fire starters. Fia xoxo)

How much for an Idea?

I didn’t know there was a currency for an
  Idea
I thought at least that was free
   My dear
But what is coming off in waves of
     I fear
Is that the cash in this cave is
      insincere
Giving you what I got, was a token in a
pond
It caused too many ripples to stay afloat
or stand on
Wanted to give back what I
 gravitated to
But the money is stacked against me, I didn’t have
a clue

Dollars, Euros, Peso’s. Dram’s
Don’t know how much
Now I don’t give a damn!

Freedom of speech
Freedom in a word
Free is the consistent thing
and that is what I heard.

(Let me know what you think? love to hear from you. Fia xoxo)

Panic (poem)

I can’t breathe
What do you do when you can’t breathe?
You can’t find space.
There is no air to be had
People say to calm down
How can I calm down
Pulse is rapidly beating
Blood pressure steadily increasing
Natural Adrenaline is off the charts
Grabbing my chest feeling my heart
I C..A..N..T.. Breath
There is no space for any air
No space to ire
Walls steadily surround
The body hitting the ground
“Stay calm help is on the way.”
Help!
Help!
I just wanted to breathe.

Morning (Poem)

A whisper
A secret invitation
Fingertips gliding on goosed flesh.
Leg slides over another
A Natural well spring awaits.
A tender kiss placed on a spinous process.
Slight tremors of expectation
A timid testing on smooth entrance
An effortless breech dive in a clear lake
Wrapped in an internal embrace
Being guided to a peak that seems out of reach.
Hands grip and tilts hips backward
With drawing just to granulate in
Hitting a target that can only be reach in this angle.
Over and over
wanting more
Giving more
And taking so much more
Deep shudder felt by a tested Batton
Close, so close
“Cum for me”
Crash and crumbled on well slept sheets.
To be rewarded with a warm burst of completion.

I’m Not a Submissive (Poem)

How can I submit to you?

When I do not know how.

I want to grab you by the throat.

Have you kneeled and bow.

I want to glide my nails across your skin.

I want to hold your cock in my hand.

The very same cock you want to put in.

I want to squeeze,

Till your eyes flutter.

Hard for you to breath and

You begin to shutter.

I want to stick my finger in your mouth.

Watch you suck,

Until I pull out.

When you come. 

It is when I say.

That is why I cannot be submissive.

Not even for today.

Seeking (Poem)

Where have my lovers gone?

The writers

The poets

Those who write songs,

Where can they be?

I crave them so desperately.

To bring the light into my dark reality.

To bring me warmth,

Only they know how to do.

To keep this red heart beating and not turn blue.

Come back to me.

I desperately cry.

Trickling tears,

Never to dry,

Where did you go?

It’s been so long.

I’ll sit here and wait.

For my lovers to come home.

(Are you there let me know. Fia xoxo)