On my way into to the city, I saw you on the 2;
you were wearing gold open toe heels
and a deep V neck dress that was blue.
The color of your dress matched the color
of your pedicure, which I noticed was new.
You had hazel eyes and a big curl hairdo—
also, you were adorned in a tennis bracelet
and a necklace with a charm that said, I Love You.
In that moment, I wondered who was so lucky to have you
and if his was love was really pure and true.
To be polite, I glanced again, but I did not stare;
in your seat, you were like a goddess sitting on a golden chair.
My heart said to me, Victor, compliment her respectfully,
but my tongue whispered coldly, Don’t you dare.
I laughed when something suddenly came to mind,
but I was unprepared in my astonishment, when
you got up for your stop and said to me beautifully
as you walked out, I like your smile.
Category: Poetry
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Still, I search for lost parts of my heart that many lovers kept;
But I didn’t know I was so deeply wounded until I was near death
When true love left, and in darkness I sorely wept. -
If I love with everything within me again, will again my heart be broken?
Should I even recall the pain that deeply wounded me, or should it remain unspoken?
If I love again, should I love cautiously or with reckless abandon?
My intricacies are a part of me, but will I be granted understanding?
For three seasons, there was beautiful intimacy, but should I hold her in my memories?
Does my heart betray me when I say her name inadvertently?
With so many past lovers, why would my soul hold onto to her so tightly?
Should I be angry with my own heart because it loves so deeply?
Should I have ignored her betrayal because she kissed so sweetly?
Did I truly know the depths of her, or was I blinded by her beauty?
In the height of our intimacy what were the words that she whispered to me?
Is not the foremost appeal of a seductress her sensual mystery?
Do I weep for myself, or do I weep for her because of the mistrust and anguish she carried? -
Dim light falls on her, gently exposing her feminine contours
and her intimate contemplation in the night’s late hours.
To know her, is to know an exceptionally beautiful aura;
to hold her heart, is to intimately know the levels of her depths
and to hold her soul and body tightly in loving caress.
With her pulled up, the strands that are left brush against her neck.
Like the petals of a burgundy rose, she is gorgeous and delicate.
With or without heels — she is sensual in her steps.
She gives of herself and exudes love with every breath. -
In the waves of pleasure of her eroticism,
She is deeply immersed and overtaken. -
Sometimes, she goes to Frederick’s, other times—
Victoria’s Secret, to purchase her sexy lingerie sets.
She especially likes white lace thigh highs
and matching bras that compliment her breasts.
Occasionally, she gets white satin corsets
with matching white lace garter belts.
She may wear crotchless panties if she is feeling really sexy.
Additionally, stiletto heels and full MAC makeup
with her hair pulled up, would make her look
like an erotic goddess in any man’s fantasy.
With black stiletto heel sandals, she would be
ultra sexy in a black V lace–up teddy.
In an evening romance lace and mesh babydoll set
she would definitely be the ultimate threat.
Her dark purple pedicured toes, would be a
beautiful sight to behold, peeking through
a white open cup bodystocking fishnet. -
Kiss me passionately, and revive my broken heart, my angel.
It was after three seasons of unhappiness that I had to let go.
Instead of exuberance and intimacy, there was sorrow;
Instead of loyalty and love, there was deep betrayal.
Hold me in your warmth my angel, and give my heart
A reason to mend and in love, to be made whole again.
Whisper beautiful things to me in the wonder of the twilight,
And show me true love, to bring my soul back to life. -
Pointed toe stilettos
over black stockings
conceal the dark purple
pedicure she had recently gotten.
Faithfully, every two weeks
she takes care of her feet,
to the delight of her husband.
During sex, he likes to suck her toes,
and he spoils her rotten.
Her closet is filled with
stiletto heel sandals,
sexy stiletto boots,
and a wide variety
of Louboutin
red bottoms. -
For so long she’s wanted him.
Impatiently — she awaits,
Extremely aroused in her longing.
There is no escaping the erotic
Nature that drives her.
