His touch so soft
Like the velvet on my torn dress
His kiss so sweet
Like nectar of pure sugar cane
But as electrifying as an outlet
To live the dream of queen
Only for one moment
As I lie in a bed of softly scented feathers
The smell of dried rose petals
Comes over me
As his shadow creases my spirit
As I scream in ecstasy
Wanting and yearning for no end.
Can this feeling last for ever?
My eyes open, my heart grows fonder
My legs twitch
Can I say the words that are open in my heart?
Can I indulge in sentence of lust and love?
Intertwined
My breath escapes me
My limbs fall
As my eyes close and open again for
Last time
That love will never be forgotten!
I was given a nickname in college that stuck... gadget girl, geekgirl.... everything geeky amuses me! I had to restart this blog, so am slowly repopulating it with documents etc from way back when. I try to get the dates accurate as to when it was actually written, from the files themselves. Otherwise, meh, the only one that really matters to is me. Enjoy the read.....
Friday, March 23, 2001
Wednesday, January 10, 2001
Dear Dad
Dear dad, daddy, father, pop;
I don’t know what to call you anymore.
What the hell is your name anyway?
I found a Father’s day card,
made for you when I was six.
It’s messy, colored outside of the lines,
covered in gold glitter that won’t stick.
It was left in the trash
when you were cleaning house.
I didn't think that it still hurt.
I guess rivers run deep.
How you must’ve felt when you
opened the envelope that day.
Forcing yourself to be grateful
and appreciative of something so lame.
I have a lot to be forgiven for.
Certainly you got more than you bargained for.
1:15 that Summer morning,
when you saw that unsuspecting, innocent baby you agreed to nurture and protect.
I’m sorry for all the lies.
trying to tell you what you wanted to hear,
not what was the truth;
shielding you from finding out who I really was.
I don’t know what to call you anymore.
What the hell is your name anyway?
I found a Father’s day card,
made for you when I was six.
It’s messy, colored outside of the lines,
covered in gold glitter that won’t stick.
It was left in the trash
when you were cleaning house.
I didn't think that it still hurt.
I guess rivers run deep.
How you must’ve felt when you
opened the envelope that day.
Forcing yourself to be grateful
and appreciative of something so lame.
I have a lot to be forgiven for.
Certainly you got more than you bargained for.
1:15 that Summer morning,
when you saw that unsuspecting, innocent baby you agreed to nurture and protect.
I’m sorry for all the lies.
trying to tell you what you wanted to hear,
not what was the truth;
shielding you from finding out who I really was.
Monday, January 1, 2001
Deep Thoughts
Hello all, I hope I can add some deep thoughts at some point. Right now it's after midnight, I have a cold, and all I want to do is sleep. So g'night all!
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