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 Oct 2015 Janna Lynn Lee
Lora Lee
I am being consumed
By inner flames
Just coursing through me
Like a storm in my veins
Without control
I cannot stop them
If I tried
And something must
Be done before I'm fried
This inner inferno
Is seizing me
A sweet conflagration
Of colorful blaze
You are charring my coals
My head in a daze
Call the fire department
Try and put me out
But I think that lava
Will just pour from the spout
I am trapped inside this
Raging funnel of flame
Yes..you've set me on fire
Your love to blame
Now I sit here
And think of what to do
For my glowing hearth
Wants to devour you
I am in a conundrum
Of love and lust
**** put it out
before I combust
One curse word.
Think better and do better
Reach from within
Strengthen yourself daily
Live your life completely
Rise to the challenge
Obstacles will try to deter you
Wear your heart on your sleeve
Believe and achieve
Take advantage of every opportunity
Build your own world
Be the one to think large
And take charge
Success is out there
Reach out and grab it
Continue to believe
So you can achieve
 Oct 2015 Janna Lynn Lee
Lora Lee
I have no idea
What brought me here
To this place,
This mystical temple
Of a sacred space
But here I stand
And my arms
My heart
are wide open
Raised to the heavens
As I pray
Open to receiving miracles
Open to the wonders
Of this love
And I wonder
What an alternate universe
May have brought
But it is pointless
For I am thankful
And happy with what I have
I am happy
To have been created as me
To have created and still
To create
And I am elated
To a heavenly sort of place
As my heart I do consecrate
Raise my eyes to the stellar fires
Bless each and one of my earthly
And  unearthly desires

I pour the sacred water
Upon my head
Feel its coolness
In the sparkling night
I feel the divine essence
from above
Bless my spirit, Bless my soul
I thank the Universe
For keeping me whole
For making me a woman,
A mother
A friend devoted
For staying real,
not sugar-coated
For being blessed
A sensual creature
(****** delight
a powerful feature)
I am thankful for my strength
And intellectual liberty
And for my constant fight
To keep myself
Free

And, most of all --
I am ever grateful
For this divine opportunity…
Ever humbled, as it is
Bestowed upon me:
To experience
the profound inner light
of my own emotions
to give myself a gift
of utter devotion
to allow myself
without inhibition
the freedom of expression
I was meant for
To come into
Fruition.
Yes, in joy
Yes, in wonder
I raise my head to the heavens
And take in the thunder
 Oct 2015 Janna Lynn Lee
Lora Lee
After a night of paradise
Love flowing from the very walls
Music flowing from my body
Onto the dance floor
As sensual as ***, yet with only eyes upon me
No touching,
just the deliciousness of looking,
with emotions touched
as the eyes understand,
Something understood without talking
After a night of love like this
You really  know how to gut me out
leave me empty, my insides spilled
like shattered glass
upon the floor
ready to cut those who walk upon it.
My heart , clear as glass,
beats upon that floor, hoping you'll pick it up.
I love you to no end, and I know you love me.
We will be okay.
But in the meantime my heart beats twofold:
Once, upon the steaming platforms of love
Where my body moves in perfect rhythms
Once, on a bed of shards
Where every move may mean a cut.
written in 2014
 Oct 2015 Janna Lynn Lee
Lora Lee
The way I know it would be
Is soft like the light
As it slants inside
The window glass
at dawn or dusk
Hush
So quiet
The faintest
Feather touch
Of cheek upon cheek
The most delicate
Of lips brushing
Lips, velvet cream
Of desire
Upon the tips
Of my fingers
As they would caress
Your precious face
Your breathe
Upon me
As our souls mingle
Sweet sensations
Of electricity
That send tingles
Down the path
of my spine
its route, exquisitely divine
Up to the
Roots of my hair,
By now
a stream of flowers
Blooming at your
tender ministrations
Oh, my love
We are the the stars
Of our own
Precious
creation
we all enjoy
being birds
of brilliant
plumage
perched
prominently
on wires
in the wind

especially
when watchers
ohh and ahh
at us

but somehow
we never stop
imagining

a better wire
exists...
somewhere

  ~mce
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