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Ashley Lopez Aug 2014
Silk red underwear begging to be ripped.
Blushing red skin craving to be bit.
The friction of our bodies is enough to ignite the soul.
Light me bright crimson red, giving me zero control.

Is this love or is this lust?
Frankly, it really doesn't matter.
I'm wearing all red,
The color of desire.
  Aug 2014 Ashley Lopez
Tupelo
My voice echoes with longing
Lost, searching for protection
I wear my raincoat most days
just incase the sky decides to open
and I am left below, out in the rain
searching for shelter in all the
wrong doorways
  Aug 2014 Ashley Lopez
T2m
I am guilty of all you've been told
I admit to being cold,
Mean, inconsiderate and selfish
Not minding this beauty without blemish

Have I used you? yes, guilty
And I will do it again as need be
Forgive me for the wrong I have committed
Though a wrong carefully coined and crafted

I have used you in so many ways
May be those even wrong,
Dear poetry, you must endure the pain
Because whenever I get the chance, I will use you again.
  Aug 2014 Ashley Lopez
Jaee Derbéssy
She loves being
pinned down,
she loves being submissive,
she loves him
to take control,
not just with her body,
but
with her soul.

He's her King;
knowing
that no matter what,
he would be
her
absolute
everything.

Promising
that no matter what,
they
would make it
through anything.

He loves being in control,
he loves
pushing
her against the wall,
pulling her hair
softly,
yet rough.

Treating her
as the Queen that she is,
he would move
mountains
just to see her
grin.

At the end,
it really never mattered
what she wore.
He could see through
everything,
he could see pass through
skin, nerves, & bones.

He could see her
lovely & naked
soul.
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