not perfect …

•June 5, 2018 • Leave a Comment

not perfect
not perfect …

don’t hand to me that halo
it’s sure to slip down,
and when it does i’ll choke
on perfection as i drown..

don’t set me on that pedestal
it’s really much too high,
eventually i’ll slip off
on tears i’ve made you cry..

don’t see me as perfect
for it’s real blood that i bleed,
i’m not this perfect angel
i’m born of satan’s seed..

i lash out when i’m mad
and when i hurt i cry,
i was born just like you
and like you i will die..

the beauty you think i am
is not who you perceive,
please see me as i am
don’t let your joy deceive..

you simply cannot mold me
into what you dream,
this is my reality
i am just what i seem..

i carry my past with me
these scars of life are mine,
like anyone of our age
hope runs out of time..

i make my own mistakes
i stumble and i fall,
please see me as i am
for i am not perfect at all …

monica

climb inside you . . .

•May 13, 2018 • Leave a Comment

inside

 

 

 

climb inside you . . .

i wish i could unzip you..
unbutton you..
unsnap you..
open you up and
climb inside you..
hide under the moss and twigs
and fallen leaves
of the forest floor of you..
not because i am protected but
because i am only whole
inside you…

reverie…

•May 2, 2018 • Leave a Comment

state of reverie

 

 

reverie…
your face is so unreal
when i see you
i have trouble believing
you exist anywhere else
except my mind
and you
you drive me insane
believing that i’m worth
anything
and i think
i think i love you for it
yet i cannot fathom
dealing with this intensity
of thought and emotion
. . but . .
embracing your standards
of paradox and irrationality
i realize
i cannot live without
the very intensity
you deliver
so faithfully…

monica

feel my pain…

•April 27, 2018 • Leave a Comment

kneel b4

 

 

feel my pain…

force me
take from me
allow me
to feel my pain
deep inside
eating at me
screaming to be released
i need this from you
i need your pain
to take away
my pain
inflict your gift
bestow your strength
make me beg
make me cower in your height
as i’m kneeling before you
stripped of thoughts
except of my
impending release
take me
to the dark corners
of my mind
of your mind
explore
expel
my fearsome cravings
take this from me
break this from me
leave me
emptied
hollowed
without my fears
make me
not a victim
anymore…

monica
take me…

i need you so desperately…

i need to feel your love deep inside of me…
deep in all parts of me…

take me my love…

 

my struggle…

•April 4, 2018 • Leave a Comment

embrace-the-struggle

 

 

my struggle…

may i surrender to you tonight?
may i give you my everything from deep within?
may i walk the tempted darkened edge with you?
will you grab me by my wrists.. and dangle me over the edge..
slowly.. awakening my soul from deep inside?

sensual struggle..
fight to stay arise..
scream baffled by your inner beauty..
touch forever lost within you..

for one quick moment, take me by my wrists and pull me into you..
take me and make me surrender and give up the fight..
caress my mind and soul… with the slightest touch of your words..
speak and whisper softly into my ear… break me… from the chains..
of my forbidden struggles..

let me speak and communicate my needs and desires to you..
allow me to express my selfishness..
look deep inside my soul and listen to my cries and surrender to you..
free me.. and allow me to cry.. before you..

and when i struggle again… when i struggle to submit…
and turn my head away from you to hide my tears..
gently guide me to look back into your eyes…
and whisper ever so softly..
whisper the words i need to hear..
whisper the words i ache to hear..
speak softly… and let me listen..

reach for me and grasp my wrists tightly…
and pull me towards you..
bring me down to my knees before you..
and softly.. yet harshly… take me over the edge..
forbid the sensual struggle… and tell me to give in..
give in to you and your control..
give in to the owner of my heart and soul..
struggle… it is no more… sensual.. it is always..
the control is yours..
the sensual surrender is mine…

monica

demon within…

•April 3, 2018 • 2 Comments

demons2

 

 

demon within…

feel the warmth of my skin,
from the fire burning inside.
caress of my fingertips,
longing to dig nails in.
a gentle, lingering kiss,
before i bite your lip.
my promises of love,
spoken with a serpent tongue.
a gaze of innocence,
from tear less, lying eyes.
you think that i am an angel,
while within a demon resides…

monica

bad little girl . . .

•March 11, 2018 • Leave a Comment

Bad Little Girl

 

baby..

i just have to tell you how you make me feel.. i’m so good but you make me so very bad.. wet and ready, waiting for you, to take me.. your bad little girl, who loves to worship you.. i love you so much, you make me so hungry, for the love you give.. i would die without it, insane without the feel of your hands, sliding all over my skin.. gliding into the places, you love so much.. make me quiver.. make me moan.. i love when you make my head swirl.. i love when your in my mouth, i feel you throb.. groan above me, while you grind against my body.. make me scream.. make me cum.. make me your
little slut, make me your bad…

bad little girl

ruined…

•March 11, 2018 • 1 Comment

ruined…

i want to remember every touch, every taste, every look. i want the sight of
you hovering over me burned in my head. i want to never forget the feeling
of you buried deep inside of me, never forget the feel of your hand on the
small of my back, never forget the sound of you breathing deeply in my ear
as i come over and over and never forget the perfection of it all.

We were made for each other. i will never doubt fate again. i believe that i
found you for a reason. actually, i believe we found each other for several
reasons. No one has ever made love to me like you. No one will ever make love to me like you. the intensity, the passion, the raw emotion of it all surprises me,
satisfies me and still leaves me eager for more.

i’m ruined now in that i will surely never find anyone that can satisfy me
as you do. you do own me and i can’t think of any place i’d rather be. if
i’m dreaming, i hope i never wake up…

monica

words for thought . . .

•February 4, 2018 • Leave a Comment

falling n luv

 

words for thought . . .

it is obvious what kind of life develops out of trying to get your own way all the time: repetitive, loveless, cheap sex . . a stinking accumulation of mental and emotional garbage . . frenzied and joyless grabs for happiness . . trinket gods . . magic-show religion . . paranoid loneliness . . cutthroat competition . . all-consuming-yet-never-satisfied wants . . a brutal temper . . an impotence to love or be loved . . divided homes and divided lives . . small-minded and lopsided pursuits . . the vicious habit of depersonalizing everyone into a rival . . uncontrolled and uncontrollable addictions . . ugly parodies of community . .

i choose love

to my body, with love…

•February 4, 2018 • Leave a Comment

dont forget

to my body, with love…

oh.. my body,
my temple..
i thank you for all you have done.
we have done it together.
you and i.
no more will our sons and daughters feel
pain
shame
indignity..
i promise you this..

sweet baby blue eyes..
have seen horrors no eyes should see.
now you will see only beauty.

soft lips..
have been used by lips that lie and bruise.
now you feel only tenderness
and lips that whisper words of love.

ears..
have heard the language of hate and fear
now you will hear only words of love and acceptance.

proud shoulders..
have carried burdens not yours
and long been aching with strain
now you will feel only the lightness
of your invisible angel wings.

exquisite breasts..
have been mangled, torn, bitten, crushed
now you will feel only the pleasure of the softest caress
of fingertips, mouth and tongue.

tender thighs..
have been parted in force to give
what should only be given in love.
now you will know only soft strokes
and gentle kisses and you will part in joy.

fine round ass..
has been disrespected and beaten
now you will know only homage and praise.

strong heart..
has been broken
yet continues to beat, and to give love
now you will open to receive love that is true and good.

lovely body..
never again will you be used for pain
i will protect and reward you with pleasure beyond measure
this i promise you .. with love…

m

one wish . . .

•February 2, 2018 • Leave a Comment

behind pic

 

one wish . . .

if i could have just one wish,
i would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your heart beating with mine..
knowing that i could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you . . .

monica

 

strawberry chocolate dream . . .

•February 2, 2018 • Leave a Comment

strawberry chocolate dream . . .

bodies bare, clothed only in the sweat from our heat. i stare, in awe, intoxicated by the beauty of his masterpiece. as i sit in his lap, feeling the poke of his manhood while feeding him strawberries dipped in chocolate..

strawberry kiss

whispering sweet filth into his ears, cascading my tongue down to his chest, teasing his aroused nipples in a manner so evilly erotic. working my way up to his soft and supple lips, never leaving his gaze, seeing the intense hunger glazing over his eyes from the teasing gyration and rotation of my hips. i spell my name across his chest with whipped cream, letting my tongue teasingly devour every drop. he returns a sly grin as he places me underneath him. his lips as well as his tongue caress and bless every inch of me, leaving not one part unventured. adding more fuel to my flame with soft sensual whispers, warning me playtime is over and it’s time to get down to business. my eyes clenched shut, my heart rate intense, from the pleasing forceful entrance, as he slides deeper into me,  i lost my sense of reality. our rhythmic moaning shared similarities of Beethoven, composing his beautiful masterpiece. my emotions were no longer in my control,  i felt like laughing, crying, and singing all at once. my limbs went numb by the sweet urgency of his lips’ touch, for a moment, i thought i was airborne, graceful, soaring above, like a dove. silly me, i was only on a ethereal high from the passion of us making love. his pace intensified rapidly, his moans became loud and my quiet and heavy breathing became shouts..

 

i turned over and sat up, looking around in the darkness,the clock read 3:20 a.m. . . i rested my head back on my pillow, let out a sigh, and drifted back off to sleep…

untamed passion…

•January 25, 2018 • Leave a Comment

black-beauty

untamed passion…

she is an intelligent woman.
she is sensual and passionate.
seducing and sharing pleasures.
she offers delicious treasures..

her lovers taste and return.
she offers what they yearn.
her nectar is most unique.
she brings them to their knees..

she is enticing and alluring.
her wiles are beguiling.
she is beautiful and sensuous.
those drawn to her due to lust..

she exudes a sensual aura.
spilling passion on her path.
enticing and tantalizing others.
with her fragrant bath..

she is the essence of beauty.
she is passion untamed.
she is woman in her glory.
a masterpiece unnamed…

monica

no merry christmas for me…

•December 11, 2017 • 1 Comment

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

no merry christmas for me…

no one to share the jingle with
no gifts beneath my tree,
forgive me for my attitude
this christmas is not merry.

no child of mine come morning
to wake me, full of glee,
no twinkle left to sparkle
there’s no one here but me.

the fire in the hearth
burned out long ago,
the christmas candle too
has long since lost it’s glow.

no yule log left
no good tidings to share,
the merry has left my christmas
since there’s no one left to care.

the snow that falls outside
merely fills me with cold,
the tinsel on the tree
no more a shiny gold.

the songs on the radio
depress my silent night,
i wait alone in silence
for christmas mornings light.

i’ll raise my empty cup of cheer
and make one wish to me,
may my next year be a better one
may my christmas find it’s merry…

 

no merry christmas for me…

•December 5, 2017 • 1 Comment

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

no merry christmas for me…

no one to share the jingle with
no gifts beneath my tree,
forgive me for my attitude
this christmas is not merry.

no child of mine come morning
to wake me, full of glee,
no twinkle left to sparkle
there’s no one here but me.

the fire in the hearth
burned out long ago,
the christmas candle too
has long since lost it’s glow.

no yule log left
no good tidings to share,
the merry has left my christmas
since there’s no one left to care.

the snow that falls outside
merely fills me with cold,
the tinsel on the tree
no more a shiny gold.

the songs on the radio
depress my silent night,
i wait alone in silence
for christmas mornings light.

i’ll raise my empty cup of cheer
and make one wish to me,
may my next year be a better one
may my christmas find it’s merry…

 
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