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Cheyenne Sep 2015
Am I the only one?
To yearn for the thrill.
To want the buzz.
To feel the need to soar,
Up so high,
Landing higher then cloud 9.
To want to be surrounded,
Snowy powder,
Smoky rooms,
Liquid courage,
Loud music bumping in my ears.
People become a sea,
Dancing,
bumping,
Grinding.
Morals gone.
Happiness found.
Cheyenne Sep 2015
An unknown,
Simply liking my poem.
Or so I thought.
With a look at your work,
I'm completely astonished.
So beautiful, and lovely.
The flow, and rhythm,
Absolutely wonderful.
Why then,
Is someone so talented,
With words so graceful,
Looking at work
As amateur as mine.
Cheyenne Sep 2015
Skin gets warm,
Blood begins rushing through my veins.
My heart, starts pounding.
Consiouse thought,
Required to keep my breathing steady.
My body,
Reacting to your words,
Wet.
My brain,
Clouded,
unable to really think.
Reduced to being a toy,
Here for your pleasure.
All with just a few words
Cheyenne Sep 2015
We Spend our lives,
Searching for such a simple answer.
Who am I?
Determined,
Strong,
Loving.
Scared,
And Fragile.
My life is a contradiction.
I am Leather,
and lace.
With each challenge I face,
Who I am changed
Becoming more clear.
With every obstacle I tackle,
Who i am is more defined.
I am simply me.
Tomorrow I will be different,
Just as I am not
Who I was yesterday.
And that's how it shall always be.
I am simply me.
Cheyenne Sep 2015
My feelings are true
Valid and real.
My mind races,
Wonders..
Simply thinking of you.
I love your attention,
Crave your presence.
Need your touch..
But darling I am dangerous
I hurt all that comes near
Run, run far away darling
For I love you my dear,
But that does not matter,
You will simply become the next victim
Cheyenne Sep 2015
I could say what is cliche
"Our bodies tangled,
In crimson silk sheets.
Hearts and bodies joined as one.
Passion and love.
Climaxing together,
In sweet unison.
Forever mine."

Or I could say the truth
"Heart pounding,
Mind numbing
Lust.
Moaning,
Screaming,
Begging for more.
Nails digging into your back,
Sweat,
Want,
Need.
Swallowing every drop,
Like a good girl should.
Mine for tonight."
****** poems are so often cliched, and I can write that if you wish. But I prefer something so much more real.
Cheyenne Sep 2015
Hearts race
Eyes lock
Breathing is ragged.
Need
Want
Lust
Love
Bodies collide
Hands explore
Lips intertwine
Moans fill the air.
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