He whispered, as he flickered along her neck 'you are here my love'...
As shivers flew down her spine She blushed to the roots of her hair As he grabbed her by the waist And twilled her along the floor...
The universe seems so full The emptiness has flown astray 'there is only us', he said, 'to love the night away'...
His way, his sexy grin Made heat rise to her face As her thoughts took her To their bedroom once again...
He took her mouth, His lips sliding Across her softness, as a small moan escaped From her throat, his hand skimmed along her face Brushed the hair from her eyes As he gathered the beads of sweat...
I Worship The god of small things This Is My Blas Phe Mous Rosary
God is good: Gale force winds Sandy beaches Sunset
God is good: Friends who know and still love you The credulous wonder of children Singing your heart out Knowing you're alive Thinning gracefully Growing wiser Not caring Puppies Catnaps 99s
God is good: The joke you've never heard before The queen of the night's aria Jet engines at takeoff The lightbulb moment Rolling fields of corn Rolling tears of joy Fine malt whisky Driving too fast A good book Candles
God is good: Rainbows at the prow of a boat Sunshine after storms A thin crescent moon Spray in your face The smell of rain Leaping salmon Shooting stars Dark skies Fireworks Mars
God is good: A sleeping lover's moan Knowing he loves you Knowing she's there Heartfelt laughter A sincere touch An honest hug Understanding Dinner for two Growing old Sharing
God is good: A perfectly sculpted torso The moment after waking New scentsations Sincere smiles A compliment True friends Promises Release Solace Peace
I wor Ship the god of Small things. i give Thanks to her Every Day
Bless Me Father For I Have Sinned I Threw your cateschism to The Wind
She said, I want you to wear a strand of tiny black beads about your neck with a few turquoise mixed in to show all the love and passion you have within and I want to be the one to give you these because I see you in them all the time in my mind You are relaxed kicked back in a chair and your shirt is slightly open and I can see them there touching your heart dancing over your chest dangling close to the milky parts I like best.
There's paint under my nails And no matter how hot the water is I can't wash you off I watch the raindrops slide down your leather jacket And smear your make up Because it's jealous That you're still radiant Even now I'm not sure why I want you All I know is that it's raining And you're soft And my mask is slipping
beads.
Author: Sophie Doomknuckles
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Date: 04/10/2019
№ 977635
Colored Beads
I have a bracelet Given to me by a friend Bought in a foreign country
The beads are wooden The beads are colorful The string is woven Throughout and around The beads
Amber Beads - Inspired by Giles Watson's photography
Sere and yellow, Rough and round, [bright pebbles in a mound] Pitted and mellow, Winding our necks round, We wore them.
Amber beads unearthed from clay, Fashioned by my artist love, Glowing yellow, filled with day, Captures sunbeams from above. I still love them.
Some say gods have made these, To ensnare the light of Sun, But we women saved these, In memory & hope of sons, We keep them.
Fat & smooth as butter, We turned them in our hands. The bone beads scraped with madder, The amber just with sand.
Those of shadowy carnelian Embedded like a shield, We treasure as we fear them, Like wounds on battlefields.
The others soaked with brownish earth, Sere and yellow, Rough and round, [bright pebbles in a mound] Pitted and mellow, Winding our necks round, We wore them.
So, when we are dead, take not from us, These rounded, golden suns, But bury them with us, with sword and severed buss, To revere the slaughtered ones, Who never returned to us.
I saw her from a distance Her evident difference Alarmed me for a moment My eyes hidden behind glasses Made split second assessments My confusion in this place of fitting in Was considerable, unknown to me
I saw in her hand the cigarette burning Her fat perfectly rounded belly held And wrapped in red flowering Frilly and flowing dress It was hiked up at the front Showing pudgy white blotchy skin The time for babies was long behind her We moved closer toward each other
Her difference and indifference grew I noticed her saunter with unstable gait Her long dried out died blond hair Her own attempt at glamour stood out The mismatched colours, the loose layers And the string of large yellow beads Wrapped around her goitre throat Her eyes gazing downwards We were going to pass soon I knew she was different
It was surprising and unexpected in this place so the same I was unprepared in those seconds left to pass Thoughts and feeling arose and changed Those thoughts and feelings are mine to question
"Good morning"
And on the wind the smell of old cheap perfume And cigarette smoke, delicious Reminding me of who I was before Of a far away time brought to mind By that perfect mix of smoky chemicals A place with happy memories A place I longed to return to My youth
I was left with a realisation Our desire can lead us down a one way path This one dimension forbidding alternatives Designating an end point A reminder not to forget who you were, is who you are now Made from pasts both good and bad To celebrate our differences
