LadyDragonFly Devils Bride's blog: "LadyD's Poetry"

 Breathe Underneath all this made up tangibility I know the gospel. Underneath my skin and bones I am on fire. Underneath all the flames I remember to- breathe. Above the adversity of love I arise to stand tall. Above the fabrications I walk onward away from the clique. Above it all I remember to- breathe.

 Emotions She traverses in elegance a woman of faculties so she says. She secludes in reflections a woman disregarded by existence. She’s a woman of intoxication, and she absorbs my hunger in the palm of her hand. Emotions come showering within and entangle me. Emotions ease inside and make my world shift pigment. She is a narcotic that stimulates an addiction. She says she is not angelic but I know differently. She bears creation into my night. Emotions descend within and ensnare me. Emotions encompass her to my side. She is woman . . .

 I won’t I wont talk, I wont breath, I’ll just give up all- I am for you. I’ll lapse within and dwell inside the lie we live. When you brush me I’ll close my eyes and envision- I am not with you. I won’t walk, I won’t see, I’ll slump within imaginations and conceal this darkness I am. When you strip me I’ll close my eyes till you depart. You may stroke my skin but you’ll never embrace what’s within. My essence will exist and someday I will quit you- as the infestation you are.

 Sex She absorbs me inhales my scent on the tip of her tongue. She cleaves me in her radiance and follows me to bed - where I lay her down time and time again. She breathes into my body a fire that only her lips can ease. A tempest in a harbour she appeases and leaves me without a trace. I lay down at night and her beauty serenades me to sleep her fragrance drifts in through my window and cushions around my blazing body absolving me of my demons. I’ve been disoriented and held a servant of her sex. How I wish that these mirages were more than fiction night after night. She obsesses me, walks beside me and swims within my head.. Chants her melody of reflection and flirts her hand of intimacy . . . She drains me of everything but sleep and leaves me for the victim. I wake in the morning her name on my lips. Her hands still fervent on my skin. She intoxicants me till I am nothing but sex.

 Not ordinary Rousing in a trance of artistry encircled in a morning kiss shrouded by a halo of bronze hair and arms of milky, ivory caresses me to the bone. She flutters her hips back and forth blanketed by shades of sun. I beg her to come to me and fuel me up with her warmth. She’s so bewitching and she knows it there’s a sexual blush to her face- that makes me hard and possessive to draft her skin. She is far from ordinary everything about her vocalizes- of intimacy but I long to absorb her. Bathe deep in her beauty and claim her as my own. She boosts her breasts with both hands and teases her nipples with her fingers. My body itches to reach out and remove her hands and coast my tongue along- the cleft of her breasts. She kneels on her hands and knees and she moves up my legs and sits on my chest. Her lips in a sly smile as she enfolds my hardness in her hand. I exploded in seconds collapsing to the stroke of temptation once again. Rousing in a trance I search my room for her but she is gone. The enchantress has crept away and advanced into day far away from me...

 Free From His Leash I don’t desire to attempt this again not with you, we had our ups and downs now its time to bow out and discover someone else. I crave for someone to fulfill the barrenness left by so many- men like you. Someone to caress my essence and set free the woman I mask inside. All my life I have been searching for someone that will love me and that person is not you. Sorry to be so determined but time is not- what it used to be you’ve given to me three angelic keepsakes and for that I will always be grateful to you. So you need me back but I am not going to backtrack and lapse to surviving in the gray not when I sampled the illumination of deliverance on the tip of my tongue and had exhilaration course through my veins. Come home if you must but this home is one without trust- its nothing but the sentiments of us. I don’t care to drift down this same passage repeatedly. Today I am no longer linked by words of love. I am free to be me.

 Interchangeable Relationship I’m colourless and depressed- disoriented inside this hell you put me through. Same masquerade over and over again. Two people existing in an abandoned environment not saying anything to each other. You walk in a room and my heart deteriorates- into a unresponsive abyss- of exile. You called today and told me your coming home. Asked me how I felt about trying- to minister the past and making another start--- discovering the love we once had. I close my eyes and my heart founder- I collapse to the floor barricading out- everything outside my head. Don’t go there not again you will be living in an asylum of your own reckoning. I thought these voices were dormant and had finally let go. I just whimper and descend pathetically into the corner attempting to integrate- into the eclipse of no more independence. I’m colourless and depressed . . .

 Crowns of Roses A rose has thorns that prick and abuse the flesh but the enchantress is there to court . . . A poplin breeze languishes on the branches of a seasoned oak tree beneath its unmolested oasis a child waits in dewy grass her face saturated from tears of pristine morning anxiety. Mother said he wouldn’t come any more- or hurt her again but he came last night Jesus fondled her with filthy hands. She wears a frazzled crown as a infected tan hat a hand-me-down. Her thoughts are intermingled and her words way beyond her age. Jesus is a friend of her mothers he has lengthily wooly ginger hair and is bony and tall. His breathe smells of beer and musty bread - when his tongue plays hide and seek inside her mouth she protests the plague that spreads to her tummy. Beneath the Oak she angles her head- in her hands and envisions a little mahogany boy a thousand miles away. A crown is for kings not for fraudulent divinity . . . He hears footsteps coming down the corridor. The devil catches him waiting. He bends down with electrify hands and wrenches him up by the throat. His feet barely brush the floor he cries but nothing comes out. The Devil says he has been a bad boy again and he needs to be taught how to be masculine. Devils belt batters against his back all over his skin it inflames but he knows not to cry. He bites down on his tongue to keeps his tears unsung. The Devil smells of sordid perfume and smoke. His mom stands beside him- begs for the devil to go away and leave them alone. The Devil laughs and strikes the child harder blood strokes his skin. He closes his eyes and tucks his body- into a fetal position on the floor under his bed- safe he believes from the Devils touch. Sleep does not come to him but he sees the face of a young girl with wavy blonde hair and ivory skin she has tears on her cheeks but she smiles as she watches him. “When I grow up I will wash away your pain and give to you a Crown of roses,” she says.

 Deliverance Here is to tonight it’s been a long time- of thought and yearning put into now. Strip in a rush clothes here and there me and you in the middle of the floor sweat whipping our bodies. Our hands coupling over each other we curve as trees you lift me roughly- against the wall spread my legs and arms. I sense your lips tingling my shoulders, back and between my thighs. I whimper bounce my hips- against your head and I plunge on my knees before you. My tongue toils its way around your hardness I suck til the last bead- glides back into my mouth. With coaching hands you lift me up and bring me down intensely onto you and I gasp . . . You make me want to infest your skin to come all over again. I grind my hips down and drive my body up and down my hands cloaked around your neck I whisper how hot you make me and beg you to go faster. In shadows we mate and cascade to the arc of providence where our legacy becomes today and creation has meaning because you make me feel so high. I close my eyes and breathe deep the fragrance of our sexual release a kiss to tonight where two strangers meet and copulate in animalistic intercourse. If I should go home now I will display your imprint on my skin eternally imbedded complex inside me.

 Can’t Explain it Please don’t try- and explain the emotions we eclipsed in a confidential location from luminary gospel. It’s a cinema and we are along for the excursion- we play in carnal merriment. It’s not something betokening by sacrilegious proclamation of hearsay. I am an instrumentalist of subconscious weaving my supernatural foresight inside your heart. I know you itch to explain--- whatever this is but don’t. It just is---without logic- or meaning it’s something that was chanted in years past and has come true- at last.