Fetishep's blog: "Poems"

I was standing by your backdoor. Hoping to be invited in. To enter without permission. Might be considered a sin. You did say I would be welcome here. You never said you changed your mind. Your Mom and Dad had gone away. And your brother, he wouldn't mind. They had never refused my entry. Through your front door before. In fact it seemed you were more than keen. And would be invite back for more. So now I stand here waiting. Waiting by your backdoor. Wondering what to say or do. As I wait by your backdoor.

Dinner was over and the dances had been danced. Taking her hand he led her away and they closed the world behind them. Removing her clothes he looked at her body, aware of her nervousness. She lay on her back with a gentle smile and watched as he undressed. His caresses were gentle, her kisses sweet, as he took his place by her side. Her arms wrapped around him and her legs opened wide as he reached up for the light. Oh, the smell of the woman as he searched with his tongue For the spot where her feelings would start. The arch of her back as he mounted her body. The smell of her hair filled his head. Next morning he passed her a coffee as she shifted in her chair. He reached for her hand to hold it tight and let her know he was still there. She looked back and smiled as she picked up her cup. Her thoughts on the night just passed. The wonderful, magical night just passed. And the secret they had to share

I was given this gift And it came at a price Had it been offered I’d probably thought twice A gift such as this Considered a blessing But more of a curse With words as a dressing The price I would pay Was not my decision And as I faced truth Cut deep its incision That all my wishes Would cascade into dust And a heart of love Must become one of lust What I’ve always been I will be no longer My soul has been lost I’ll never be stronger Never free from shackles That are bound to the earth A fate that was set Since the moment of birth With no moving past The future that’s stated And none of the pain Will soon be elated I accept what’s mine And I face it the best Till that moment comes When I finally rest ~

Her Walk I watch her walk from a vantage point behind: trim ankles and calves well-shaped connect to nylon-covered thighs and the flesh of her moves with a sensuality focusing attention. Outlines elastic show through her skirt drawn tight over curving hips drawing mind’s eye between her legs, intrigued with all the action there. Flesh writhing in swirling motion, shielding her very womanhood riding out the storm in dark, moist warmth. Oh, to stay and linger there! But she strides with purpose, moving quickly beyond seeing, leaving quickened desires unsatisfied