Chelly

That kiss you gave to me…. the one where you had your wide eyes closed softly. Standing taller than me while pressing your cheek against mine. Arms on my hips holding tight…. not tight enough to hurt me, but secure enough to hold my position gently puckered up against me saying in so many words through none how much you love me. my caramel tones almost clone who’s just a few shades lighter than I. having my arms around your neck while your facial cushions meet mine. I can somehow see it all through my closed eyes due to knowing the look of every inch that is yours and mine…. feeling you here and I there, knowing what your face looks like when you do this and when I do that…. 3 hundred & 60 degree visions of it all in my head with a warm sun provided spotlight from a heavenly surface. writing about this one moment that will last in my mind for a lifetime just because I miss my baby. had that taste in my mouth that you get when you eat something sweet and when it’s done your buds go sour and you want more. gimme all that sweet caramel.

Won’t let it drip and go to waste cuz’ that taste is too exquisite to be wasted. So I go back for more before you can part far enough from me to end our silent vows of love and affection. I try to come back slow. Not push my face onto yours too hard so my desire won’t show. A fire burns hot in my chest so my breathing gets heavy. It’s all in a good way but it feels kind of scary…. But oh so very lusty…. Wet but not musty, if you know what I mean. I would make something rhyme with dream during this kissing scene but that’s to obvious. I wanna do more than play tongue games with your face. Separate our embraces and get in between my shoe laces…. Crawl spaces…. Whatever you wanna call them; the areas in which, if you hit, I cannot resist but to let Scorpion free. The pleaser inside of me to help you get…. Well…. Inside of me. But let’s not get too verbally kinky. Words don’t do shit for me.

I’ve never wanted to be killed softly before, but in other words, gently slay my horny state and help me get some sleep after. Waking up with a smile the morning after. Missing you now. Emotions making you a total disaster because you miss me too. At work…. staring at the ceiling…. cheesin MADD hard like Its me up there looking at you. Seeing all the faces I made along with the noises ringing in your ear oh so loud now. Feeling like I’m missing a puzzle piece between my legs now. Have you seen it though? It probably wouldn’t look like it should, but when I’m around there’s an instant connection…. Followed by erection and a better connection. Fits just fine. You don’t taunt me or tease me and I like that.

Usually bite on your neck like I’m starving for flesh. You make this sound of relief and that it feels so good…. I guess; Which I can presume since you don’t stop me…. Only moan for mercy. It’s so cute. But your not here so, what to do? What to do? Fully dressed so I’m completely stressed about what comes next in this scene. All alone in my bed daydreaming…. Using them to create a sexy scandal when I see you again. I mean when I get the opportunity to feel you again. This can really go on for days in different ways with me creating different scenes for you to visualize and climax…. But I suggest you just read more of my poetry to get your fix.

never really cared about my right arm so much until now…. when its in pain. The bliss of ignorance stings like the artery that moves every way it should on the right but something slight, yet effective

Hate filled eyes developed from a past of pain she couldn’t control. Mind always on being alone but holding on to unity with another for a lifetime. It causes her to twitch uncomfortably & uncontrollably stemming from the flashed of screams and sharp pain resulting in dark sights and mornings where she wakes up in cold sweats…. maybe her memories might take time to remind the mind where she was black and blue on that past day in the present… Ghost Scars that she finds herself softly caressing so that fingers forced won’t trigger the deeply embedded pain. Regardless tears fall and therefor pain is shown, but this violated soul would never let that last long. Fucks up every fuck that tries to fuck her over. She won’t allow ANYBODY to touch those places on her body that belong to her. She means the world to herself.

To Be Continued….

I have so much love to give that I don’t know how to distribute properly…. so I kindly, but selfishly, keep it to myself until I’m ready. I feel it flowing all through me so rapidly. Screaming with anxiety at me saying, “release your grip and let me be”, but with my conscious mind already set free it allows me to stand strong and hold on until I am completely ready. Yes, I’ve had sex but when you look into it that has nothing to do with me giving love. The act is more formally known as Making Love so where I went wrong was trying to create something with someone else that I already had within myself that I was afraid to even consider setting free for even my partner to see…. resulting in me giving away my goody’s (not my love) for free. Climaxing to the max for me has never been due to my fears and heavy thoughts running deep through my mind and love all the time. Trying to make sense out of living my life with out love but still maintaining my happy stride since that’s not all I need to survive. Love is one of life’s many perk’s to me. You’ll get it when you deserve it and you’ll release it when your whole body, mind, and soul can all say together that it’s worth it. I can’t front though. I’ve had my times where I though I discovered it and I was so content and felt so indestructible…. But not in love. I’ve never even looked in the mirror and told myself such words and not gone a second after without questioning my statement. Don’t get me wrong though. I have released love. There are people in my life that I have said those three famous words to and felt a little piece of me escape at those very moments and my truth still remains the same. You might say I take this too seriously, but you really have no right because you really don’t know me and my struggle with life. You have yours while this is mine. 

Love.

I crave it so bad sometimes I eat instead of speak my mind. I feel by now that this topic has become more of a nag and a whine to those who normally hear my cries and sigh’s so I took up silence and just showing my emotions through my words and eyes a long time ago. Just been letting it all flow on college ruled paper, and fast typing only. Writing is my best homie. My first true spoken love actually. I literally hugged all of my paper and poetry one day and said that I loved thee. I play no games when it comes to my poetry. Felt a little bit of love escape me just now. I think I’ve said enough for now.

My mom told me you were no good.

Typical mommy line…. she’s right though.

So wrong you can’t be anything but the right one for me.

From your crooks & castles head top. down to the Penny Australia deck under your feet.

Smile so sweet it can’t be anything but trouble, yet the sugar rush causes nothing but my teeth to show too.

Just gotta see how high you can kick flip to know how tight your abs must be so I can daydream now.

Waiting on you on my steps as mother dear shakes her noggin disappointingly but i don’t mind it when my ears catch a glimps of four wheels giving the ground that fast grind.

Slight giggle when the sound pauses… I take this time to imagine what trick you might have tried… followed by a heart jumping clap then the grind comes back again.

The the final pop when you kick up to halt and your right in front of me.

Trust. I’m gonna marry my Skater Boy <3

go ghost on ‘em