Something about me....well, i don't know if you REALLY want to know too much, so I'll just tell you a little.
I LOVE TO WRITE!!! I have 5 poetry books published, and workin on my sixth! ^_^ YAY!!! But hey, you be the judge. Here's a little something I just made up an hour ago:
BLINDS EYE
One year has now passed since then I noticed you. At first here I learned to live this life, but as times passed, it felt I was only tolerating the existence of what I occupied. For so long I have waited for you, I have searched for you, and now to see you again it fills me with such joy. Walking over it is as if you move in a dream. Am I dreaming? Are you real? I will not know for certain, until my arms swathe around your waist, my hand fondling your bellybutton. You draw near to me…
The first year has now passed and we are now our eyes seeing each other here the first. I wonder what it has been like for you. Twelve months, fifty-two weeks, three-hundred-sixty-five days, the math has made me confused. All I know is that time has passed and for all this eternity of a seemed instance, you’ve never wrote me. There were no calls, no attempts of visits. Was our love so missed?
He sees me. I notice his anxious care of my coming forthright. I know he is aware of my hesitation, my desire to be distant. But I feel it is best to allow his mind a freedom of worry. To let him continue with the passion of hope is of ill-love for me. It is not right. If only time were to stand still, and give us the pleasure we once shared that one fateful night…if only we could go back:
“Is it normal to love some one as deep as this and yet to only meet them in a split of diminutive time? Is this a love so real that my very core is shaken off its very root? Do I love you…do you love me?” – with a deepened quiver you address me, your voice a hoarse male whisper.
“Normal, I do not know if that is what I would call this emotion, this total embodiment sensation. But I do know that of which I feel from your stroke, is nothing farther than natural.” – I reply, my cheeks damp from fluid.
A lonely beach cradled our bodies as if we were born new. I felt that way the moment my eyes began to melt inside your soul. I knew you were for me and me for you, even as one knows the feeling of gender. Meeting the way we did that summer day in the park was on the beginning. I was walking to get away and you there with your lonely pet…how could we have known? Now, here from the park and only days it has been, we find each other again cradled by the beach. This love we have matured was never intended to be…not as this. And here you wipe the tears from my face.
“Do you want, we should love? Do you want to continue and establish this, our only…?” – deeply your masculine voice raises me to the desire I want so badly from you, however...
“Not here. Let’s wait until we have the time ready to devote entirely without a moment of possible interruption.” – I reply against the break of the ocean. We part with a breathy kiss, until later we meet.
Before you remove and your plane separates us, you visit me upon my home tucked away from society. Our passion of kisses is dwindled by the fervor desires of lust growing in our pit of want. We clumsily make our way up to the area of my slumber, ripping the clothes as best as they could come off. Soon we know that the nature of our beings will become one. This is the action of no thought, no wonder, no guessing. This is the action of life, the simplicity of love between equals.
The divan of embrace we use allows our passion to mature and grow with each motion impact. As with the speed and movement in the split of time, our bodies become one. There is no dividing of where my tip ends and your love-clinch began. It is as if we have been transformed into one being, we have become the other’s clone of eternal passion. You drive me to a finish, uttering shouts and lusts of inaudible language. I do not understand, but the writhe of your body, the thrusting of your hair back against my thigh allows me the puncture of pleasure we were both buying to invest in.
We finish finally lucid in the cuddle of the other arms. This one time it is I am tired. I feel fulfilled and satisfied to the degree that my passion will not be needed for the split of several months. I can’t move, and note you cannot as well. We are broken, and yet mended. We are two separates, but we have become one. We are in love with the core of our equals.
“I will miss you, for I know we will never meet again.” – it’s hard to hold back the tears forming in my eyes. This is indeed strange, for I have never cried. Men just don’t, right?
“We will. Time will pass, but our nature for the other will not dwindle. We will set our attention on each other again. Once this time happens it will be one of eternity. I will never part from you ever again.” – your voice causes me to recount my desires as well. I cry.
Reluctantly turning, I make for the departure lane. Before I embark on my journey homeward, I turn one last time and note that you look so lonely. You wave your hand with a feeble attempt to look ok. I know you are not. I know you are saddened to see me leave. I know you must return to your life, your home, your emptiness. I pity you….for now it will be worst. I have wrecked your life and maybe it was best we never met. Now a year has passed…
As I know I shouldn’t, but I do…I begin to walk over to you. You are happy. You smile like that of a child with his first accomplished bike ride. Your skin is aglow, and I notice you don’t look your age. You look younger, as if love has finally touched your life. I feel so horrid, I know what I have done and I cannot undo it. I have hurt you in a way that is not forgivable.
You stutter in your wake toward me. I began to wonder what it is that has slowed you in approaching me. But quickly you shift in your gait. He comes up behind you. His stance is one of possession. I know in an instant that you are not alone. You are owned. You have deceived me. Inside I ache with pain and tears, but with much fighting and losing the battle…the tears surface. He quickly passes over from you to the drinks, but you continue your way toward me.
I stop there at your face, looking up at your five-eleven height. You look down to me, your tears soaking my décolletage. I don’t know what to say to ease the pain to wash the tears, to soothe your emotions. Your face shows your anger, your pain, your utter embarrassment. You stare me, saying:
“Why? Did you not love me? Was what I thought really a dream?” – the tears are overwhelming.
I do not readily reply for next the time there is a differ male who approaches us. He sportily taps me on the rear, releases the remark of the great time he had last night. Walking away, my eyes lower, I can not even look your way. I do not want to let you know of the real of my lifestyle. For I fear your respect of me will depart. My fears are well-grounded and too late to be discovered…
“I would have taken you at any cost. You should have told me. Even now I will love you with deepest respect a man should give a woman. Let me remove you from this…let me show you real love and care…” – you utter with heart-trending, voice-quivering sensation. However, I look you one last time in your truest of blue-Asian eyes…
“I am but a shadow of that which you love. I cannot give you what you search and desire.” – My gait is thus thwarted from you into the arms of yet another man. I forever leave you alone and lonely, never to know that I tossed away eternal love and sempiternity bliss…
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