Waiting


The darkened sky’s shadow
slowly invaded the room
leaving the flickering candle
to struggle against
the impending night

The clock’s hands
had long since stopped
trudging onward
and instead
waited
with her

She placed her hands
against the rain chilled window
and watched the city lights
tattoo the night
hoping
waiting
hurting

The stillness
of everything around her
enveloped the pitter patter
of each drop
fusing her thoughts
with loneliness

She leaned forward
resting her head
against the pulsating tremors
of the reminder
that she was alone
and cried

Darkness falls, as silent tears,
Echo through the halls.
Hearts so endearing, over the phone.
Both, setting in their homes all alone.
Racing passions bouncing around their sculls.
Dreaming in their fantasies, within their cold damp walls.
Wanting to believe, needing to belong.
Playing over and over, their best loved song.
Making movies in their minds, all those hot sexy kinds.
Thousands of miles apart, believing in each others hearts.
This is the Internets Exotic illusions of lure.
Drawing us in, as their voice speaks with love so pure.
Loneliness being fed, laying there alone in bed.
Both so horny, both so cold and apart, both, playing out their parts.
Six months of infatuations, living out their expectations.
Then one night here on a page, their words and minds turn to rage.
Falling short on every detail, now one of them wants to bail.
Posts are made, about being played, or the fact, they never got laid.
Love turned to hate, now both want to wait, is this our fate.
You see, sometimes we want so much just to be held.
We will look past, all their angry words yelled.
Still thinking, they said they loved me so..
You just wanted to feel their kiss, letting your love grow.
Its not your fault for wanting to believe.
We feel so alone, it's our on desires, that really deceive.


So many lives on here, fall for just printed words on a page.
Loneliness, their bodies and minds felt locked in a cage.
I REALLY LIKE YOU, I LIKE YOU TO, within their hearts, they flew.
Hoping and feeling so bright, excited, and new.
Now both expressing their costs, saying, IF I ONLY KNEW!!

PLEASE hold your hearts in reserve, until you really meet.
For its that LOVE found there and then, that NEVER skips a beat.

To all my friends here, who feel they have been played.
THIS Site, its every page, life we live here, it's all Internet MADE

Tomorrow's a new day, just know, many here only PLAY!

Tomorrow I turn 25!

Seems like just yesterday I was taking suggestions for my 21st bday bash...I am so old!

Your my real, in a world so fake.
Giving me everything,
you could never, forsake.
All your kisses,hugs and smiles.
Give me reason,
for my long days of endless miles.
Baby, it's you who feeds my desire.
Living out here,
in this world filled with, pain, rain and fire.
Honey its you, who I've found so true.
Believing in me, giving me, all of you.
God Himself, made you so real,
It's that you, no one can steal.
Inside your heart,
is the complete love,
the only love,
your heart could ever make.
You give me everything,
that I could never,,,,, take. Very nice write Terry,

As you wake me, soft kisses,
where I can't see.
my hands upon your hair,
you loving on me there.
Tender licks on my tummy,
my chest and points..
up to my face,
as you straddle,
so comfy,
your perfect sitting place.
Kisses on my forehead, and cheek.
as you slowly rock in your seat.
your hands upon my chest,
pushing now harder,
taking us farther.
Flipping your hair back,
showing me your, all, that.
Into your balanced, rhythm.
your hands now on my tummy.
Perfect postured pivots, racing,
Morning smiles so wild and free,
hair snapping back and forth, bouncing.
pushing up, deeper into you, I'll be.
The sun bursts through the window.
Explosions releasing, within.
Morning has broken,
not a word spoken..........

You know, I never really thought about writing for money for longest of time. Laura329 read my work and told me that she was going to make sure I would try and get my work published. I am actually working on my second novel right now. Poetry is my way of preventing writer's block