The silence between you and I
cuts the air from my lungs
airways blocked by cinders and fallen debris
from the trainwreck that we were
What was a harmonious melody
only sour notes left
a distant sound barely audible
perhaps a sigh a gentle breeze
or a whisper from a dying ember.
This daffodil wants to play
She wants to feel the sun on her skin
The rain on her hair, she wants to laugh with glee
Sugar, spice and honeybee. She wants the joy, the pain
and laughing in the rain.
She enjoys being spanked, or slapped or liking it rough.
She wants you and she wants you a lot. Think about that buster!!
With or without you by my side
I will keep living I will be breathing
and so I’ve decided to move-on
and keep on moving-on…
I know you were petrified, scared of what was going on between us
So close yet so far, but my love… have you even thought of asking yourself
what did you need from me? what it was you wanted from me?
You ran out of here as fast as a bullet train traveled a thousand miles
So I guess this is good-bye my love
There are beautiful and perfect times in our lifetime
that comes only once.
Sorry you didn’t go on that bus…………..
I am a little anxious a little tired but i’m OK
just wishing I’m young again, running around with cute boys
not minding the summer heat at all.
Lately, I am craving for something more interesting
something like a delicious set of lips against mine
or having a stiff drink with someone who can have
a firm erection even at this age. I am craving I am wishing
for that man to materialize out of my wet dreams.
I am praying for another first kiss, for another first orgasm after all these years
I am old but am dead yet, I can still wish and pray and crave.
I pray for you and I pray for us
to keep this river flowing
let me keep loving you let me keep believing in us
tell me you will keep me close , tell me you are around
make me feel I am yours make me feel safe in this
crazy world we are in
Hold me close hold me tight
Because I want to believe in us.
Oh what I would give to kiss your lips again
and to feel the safety net of your arms around me
I am like a bee that hides under the skirt of the flowers
just to keep smelling its sweet scented essence.