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Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
Find
someone
who
*****
you
so
well
you
never
have
to
ask
for
­more.
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
I want to be wanted,
To be drowned in the affection of one,
I want to be pleased,
Sexually,

Mind blowing ***,
*** so good the mere thought makes me wet,
I want to be wanted,
Sexually.

I want to be craved,
To hear you screen my name,
And shiver when I touch you,
In your most sensitive place.

I want to please,
To taste every inch of your body,
Until you've collapsed,
With no energy for more.

I want to make you mine,
To tie you down,
And blindfold your eyes,
To let warmth and ice have its way.

I want to please.
I want to be pleased.
I want to be wanted,
sexually.
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
Always
faithful
to
the
wrong
person.

When will I learn my lesson?
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
I see the way you stare at him,
With fierceness in your eyes,
I see the way you blush,
With lips parting to smile,

I see the looks of guilt,
When eyes drift unto me,
I see the way you tremble,
When you know that I have seen.

I see the mannerisms,
The firm meets doused with wine,
I smell it on your breath,
I sense it within our time,

I see the way you stare at him,
With fierceness in your eyes,
I see the way you blush,
With lips parting to smile,

If only for a moment,
I’d been less naive to know,
He already has had you,
Your mind, body, your soul...

I see the way you stare at him,
With fierceness in your eyes,
The blushing never to cease...
Had you ever been mine?
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
When it was just a crush,
And you were out of reach,
When conversation was minimal,
And I still believed...
You were worth it.

When risks and chances are given,
To be unappreciated by broken woman,
And thoughts of true love are but a faraway dream,
You never believe will come true.

I remember the days I'd do anything for you,
I remember the days I'd wished no one had ever hurt you,
I remember the days I thought I could help you accept your past,
I remember the days I thought you would learn to forgive,
The lies, betrayals and cheating men.
I remember the days I wanted to be different -- to prove good still exists.

I remember the days I thought I loved you.
I remember the days I wanted you for life.
I remember the cards, surprises, gifts.
I remember the day we first kissed,
I remember the nervousness, blushing, --stress.
I remember the day we first cuddled in bed,
I remember the nights you kissed me on the cheek,
I remember the day I found out I was temporary,
I remember the fear, hurt, anger, --regret,
I remember feeling my heart confined by locks,
I remember I did not feel safe.
I remember the days I felt Unimportant,
But after the time spent breaking down walls I did not create,
I realize nothing I can do,
Can make someone listen,
To why I feel for them,
When they can't see truth.
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
When the whispers
Become louder
Than the love,
The love becomes silent.
When you allow others to put thoughts into your head you leave more space for their thoughts and less space for your right to be happy. The less people in your business, the happier you will be. Women lie. Men lie. People lie. Who actually tells the truth?
Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
...
Sometimes
Your
Everything
Still
Isn't
Enough.
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