Being Ready

I think I’m ready to love again, to open up, and let someone in. For a year I hid and ran from love, I pushed it away to be free like a dove. I would have interest, but would lose it quickly; something has changed me and made me more picky. Not sure what has brought on this change, I’m not where I was before, I don’t want the games. I know what I want and that is for certain, I’m just not sure where to be searchin’. Love will find me when I least expect it, it’ll just happen, and I’ll have to accept it. For now I will be open and let the lovin’ take hold; I will try to not put up walls, I will try not to fold. What’s meant to be will always find a way, this time my love, I hope it will stay.

The Best

There is a guy that I know, that can light up my eyes and curl my toes. He is charming and sweet, and his kiss can’t be beat. I love the way he sweeps me off my feet. Though we may be miles apart there is a place for him deep in my heart. Being with him I know my place, it is his heart that I’m trying to chase. The way he grabs me I know that I’m his, my heart and soul I want to give. His touch is firm but gentle as can be, he definitely makes me weak in the knees. When I’m with him my heart is at rest, oh how I love to lay on his chest. He hangs the stars and lights up my sky, I love the depth of his hazel green eyes. I want him so badly it hurts my heart, distance and circumstance keep us apart. I don’t want him to be the one that got away, I want him near me, I want him to stay. He is by far better than the rest, but for now he will be known as “The Best”.

There once was a time when I was like this, I would let the blood drip to my fingertips. The pain was deep but no one could tell, after all I covered it well. I would fake a smile and put on a show hoping that nobody would know. I would wear bright bracelets to cover up the scars, wanting my pain to go away I would wish upon stars. Control was what I wanted, pain was what I had, too many things in my life were making me so sad. For many years I lived like this, for many years I cried, I didn’t want to live anymore, every part of me had died.
     After many years of torture and many years of pain, I began to find myself and love I had regained. I took control of my life one step at a time, for every hurt and heartache I wrote another rhyme. My view on life is different now, much better than before, I now see life as a journey and I’m ready to explore. No more feeling guilty, no more feeling shame, if I can not be happy I only have myself to blame.
      Now there lies a beautiful rose growing from that heart, the heart that once was broken and torn all apart. Over the scars lies a tattoo as a reminder to myself, a reminder that I am worth it, and true love starts with yourself. The tattoo is a symbol of the way I used to be, “Never Again” will I hurt myself, because now I am free.

There once was a time when I was like this, I would let the blood drip to my fingertips. The pain was deep but no one could tell, after all I covered it well. I would fake a smile and put on a show hoping that nobody would know. I would wear bright bracelets to cover up the scars, wanting my pain to go away I would wish upon stars. Control was what I wanted, pain was what I had, too many things in my life were making me so sad. For many years I lived like this, for many years I cried, I didn’t want to live anymore, every part of me had died.
After many years of torture and many years of pain, I began to find myself and love I had regained. I took control of my life one step at a time, for every hurt and heartache I wrote another rhyme. My view on life is different now, much better than before, I now see life as a journey and I’m ready to explore. No more feeling guilty, no more feeling shame, if I can not be happy I only have myself to blame.
Now there lies a beautiful rose growing from that heart, the heart that once was broken and torn all apart. Over the scars lies a tattoo as a reminder to myself, a reminder that I am worth it, and true love starts with yourself. The tattoo is a symbol of the way I used to be, “Never Again” will I hurt myself, because now I am free.

Wants Vs Don’t Want

I don’t want someone to always be there, I just want someone that truly cares. I don’t want someone who is rude and unkind, I want someone to blow my mind. I don’t want someone to put me down, I want someone who can change my frown. I want someone who can put me in place, loves me deeply, and dreams of my face. I don’t want someone that is a bore, is hypocritical, and acts like a whore. I just want someone I can trust, that will be loyal, and can make me bust. Someone to love me with all my flaws, that will take me in and never let me fall. I don’t need someone that drives a Benz, acts too cool, and gets with my friends. What I want isn’t very hard, just be loyal and don’t act like a tard. If I find you I will always be true, pick you up when you are down, and never make you blue. I will be the best you’ve ever had, never treat you badly, or make you sad. I will be your ride or die, come with me babe let’s give it a try.

Spooning

There is something about spooning that is extremely sensual. When your body fits perfectly into another person it brings you closer to them not only physically, but emotionally, and intimately. As arms are wrapped around each other you can feel the heart beat of the other. Your legs begin to intertwine and suddenly there’s something on your mind. Her butt pushes up against his thighs and she begins to feel him rise. As he gets harder he pulls her in closer, now it’s time for indecent exposure. He starts to move his hand up her breast, giving each one a sweet caress. He kisses her neck as gentle as can be, then moves down her collar bone, but she can not see. All she can feel is his lips on her body, it makes her wet, and she wants to get naughty. She reaches behind her to feel his legs, she’s wanted to be near him for weeks not days. They are moving together in perfect motion, their body’s are moist, no need for lotion. He begins to pull her pants from her waist, moving down with them, he wants a taste. He kisses her hip bone then moves to her center, that’s the place he wants to enter. She tastes sweet so he kisses her deep. Now it’s time for their organs to meet. He kisses his way back to her face, taking it slow, no need to race. He feels her on the inside it is like a dream, there is nothing more that he could want it is exactly what it seems. Their passion for each other is innocent and sweet, but there is something deeper something that can’t be beat. He gently pulls her closer as he comes to his rest there is nothing more that they could want, this one was the best.