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  • #43825
    FoxyRoxxy
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      In The Stars

            Written in The Stars



      Two hearts bleached by the sun
              A poem's – fallen wish
                    The Love
                  Of A Life Time


      Majestic beams fall from heavens meadow
      Two hearts are sewn by the constellation
      Under the moon glow
              You and I
      Staring up into the Starry Sky
      Tonight we sit under the dazzling diamond dust
      Our eyes feel and meet tonight
      Stars twinkle a poem of each paired heart
      Listen………………. The God's Whisper!

      What Is Love?
      They asked
      A wish so gentle by the stars
      Greeting young couples heart 
      Poor but, in love
      Mockeries of an old shadow
      Light embracing this Auspicious moment

      -Aster Flares-
      Intrigued by a sad lovers tale
      Two souls forever rich-
      Sharing eternity through celestial bliss
      Gravitating  in a world owned by the stars
      Unfortunate turn of events,
      Romeo & Juliet
      Collapsing stars rising with a hymn
      From the moment they fell
      Only to reveal how beautiful–
      — the stars in the dark
      Ever so wealthy, around Orion's Belt
      Taking notes on every rhyme, every heartbeat

      Stars fall every eve entering the atmosphere
      Seeping through the soul making love a part of light
      Illusion of permanence
      Fireflies Flaring up 
      A love that lives last longer than moments
      Zodiac unfolds the lines
      The stars tell you, who you are
      Gaze upon the infinity
      Follow the Northern star
      Beneath your peaceful splendor
      They will bow
      The evening star,
      “My Star Of Love” 
      Like glitter dust upon a timeless shore
      Never will the memory of love be gone
      Look up at the stars,
      For somewhere out there
      I read about YOU in a poem.

      By. PD

      #43826
      FoxyRoxxy
      Participant

        There Will Never Be A Sunset Without Me Thinking Of You

        There are long years to come ,and I know

        I would never lick fresh sweetness

        from the sugar of your lips

        Nor will I taste the salty tears of last goodbyes

        But my beloved…

        there will never be a sunset without me thinking  of you

        I'll think of you with perpetual affection

        As I stroll by the river,I seek your reflection

        I touch you,I'd feel you through fragments of memories

        Memories of better times

        Of flowers and breeze,Vineyards and fields

        I touch you in memories that will never leave

        I see you,I see you with the eyes of a child born blind

        beyond the perception of shade and light

        I see you in the same way He sees his world, and lives  each dream

        With a crazy sensation of intense hues

        above the spectrum of unrecognized blues

        And I  love you, but how do I love you

        I love you with all that I was and all that I'll be

        I love you with my silence and solitude

        With my spirit's exhale,and all that is me

        I love you with the depth of where my heart resides

        Between what is real,faith,and where illusion abides

        I love you not with my flesh and bone

        But with a bleeding emotion that lives

        in  my infinite soul.

        #43827
        Momma_andrea
        Participant

          Just tell me you want me
          And I’m yours forever

          Just tell me you need me
          And I’ll never go away

          Just tell me you love me
          And I can endure

          Tell me all these things…
          But only if you’re sure

          -Me-  :)

          #43828
          ItsAmy123
          Participant

            Not A Day Goes By

            Not a day goes by,
            that I don't wish you know how much I love you.
            Not a day goes by,
            that I don't wish better for you.
            My love is like a river, it is like a fountain; it is longing and flowing for you.
            No matter what hard times we've been through,
            My love has kept on growing for you.
            I hope you can see,
            that it is you I need.
            I know we are bound for a higher life,
            where we won't bare anymore strife.
            Yet, in the still of this life;
            not a day goes by,
            that I'm not praying for you,
            and still loving you.

            April M. Dawson

            #43829
            ItsAmy123
            Participant

              Time

              Tick tock…tick tock…
              life is counting down on your internal clock.

              Memories which were as if they occurred yesterday,
              turn to flashes of moments that seem to fade away.

              People you once knew
              walk by without a clue.

              The times you once shared
              exist as if you were never there.

              Years fly…friends die…
              and you never know when you'll say your last goodbye.

              Oh, how I wish I could turn back time,
              spend it with loved ones and cherish what was once mine.

              Or to go back even more,
              being a kid in a candy store.

              How I miss the way I used to feel
              on Christmas day when Santa was real.

              But back to reality…back to today,
              family is scarce and memories continue to fade away.

              Tick tock…tick tock…
              how I wish I could control this clock.

              Joe Massocco

              #43830
              Momma_andrea
              Participant

                Doubt and anticipation
                fear and trepidation
                butterflies
                to many to count

                tender and bold
                a hand to hold
                soft kisses
                to many to count

                Electricity and fire
                consumed in desire
                caresses
                to many to count

                heartbeats and longing
                then quietly parting
                the minutes
                to many to count

                -me-
                (I have a muse… and she is glorious)  ;D

                #43831
                Anonymous
                  Andrea, This is for YOU, you inspire me. Thank you

                  A shooting star bright as can be
                  wandering through space aimlessly

                  Searching for something unknown to me
                  waiting for that feeling, someone's gravity

                  Then out of nowhere as fate would be
                  A beautiful whisper heard through the sea

                  Singing and searching for a hand to hold
                  the voice I hear is a force to behold

                  Without thought or concern, coming untwine
                  I speed for this irresistible lighthouse of mine

                  Swirling emotions rushing past me
                  two opposing forces colliding to see

                  Could we be friends or lovers to be
                  What would we make, what chemistry?

                  I will be your soundboard, if you will be my art
                  I want to experience everything, feel ripped apart

                  I will be your lightning, if you will be my thunder
                  a force like this must complement each other

                  I'll be your “Knockout”, you be my “Scandal”
                  I am the force that only you can handle

                  With patience n grace, that only wisdom bring
                  you focus my powers, this uncontrollable thing

                  Dress me in silk, dress me in leather
                  It does not matter, as long as we are together

                  Dress me in latex, bind me with chain
                  look deep in my eyes and tell me I'm insane

                  None of that matters I am spellbound in lust
                  The voice in my head commands that I must

                  Your torch burns hot to light up this soul
                  You are my inspiration, you are my Andi Warhol

                  Listening to every word, knowing what each means
                  You understand me, I am your Peaches n Cream

                  – Me

                  #43832
                  ItsAmy123
                  Participant

                    Neglected Love

                    You are one of the reasons why I live,
                    Yet I still wonder what kind of love can you give,
                    I've been longing for it, your love i want to feel,
                    The love you've neglected, that can cause me to heal,

                    I want you to love me, even just for a moment,
                    For that single moment, it would end my torment,
                    I hope you would love me for who I am,
                    I hope you'll accept me for what I am,

                    I love you but then did you love me?,
                    Cause if I knew, I know I would be free,
                    I need you but then did you need me?,
                    Cause if you do, I know I would be happy,

                    For so long I have endured this pain,
                    Searching for your love I always wanted to gain,
                    I'm tired of suffering, I just wish you knew,
                    Waiting for your love, my heart is so blue,

                    I wont get tired of waiting for that moment to come,
                    I'll keep enduring this pain, I'll always stay calm,
                    I just wish time would take haste,
                    I just wish this life would not be a waste…

                    Blueminded

                    #43833
                    Anonymous
                      Street Life
                      A Pimp and her bitch, stand side-by-side
                      On a corner in Achat, with nowhere to hide

                      Hustle n Bustle the streets are alive
                      Everyone there looking for a sex drive

                      Their eyes see candy, their crotches cry
                      All want the same thing, this girl so spry.

                      Blonde and slim with legs to her chin
                      They look, they drool, they give her a grin

                      Dressed in leather n lace with an angel's face
                      They all talk to her pimp, all making their case.

                      Gather round ALL, if you like what you see
                      This could be yours, this could be free

                      The cost for this treasure, just a short story
                      A tale of my “bitch” and you in your glory

                      No kissing, hugging, cuddling or more
                      That is for Lovers, she is your whore

                      Use her, abuse her, fill up her shrine
                      She can take it, this “bitch” of mine

                      Fill up her holes, but don't touch her mouth
                      That is not yours, move your cock south

                      Do what you want, explore your lust
                      She'll take you for a ride, until you bust

                      Make your deposits, fill her tight hole
                      Stick a butt plug in her and send her on home

                      Get me that story and make it quick
                      I don't want my prize to spoil, I want to lick

                      Give me inspiration, give me what I NEED
                      I have a story to write, give me my SPEED

                      I may be the Pimp and she my bitch
                      But only today, only until we switch.

                      – me n my muse

                      #43834
                      Anonymous
                        Filling in the blanks, script for a movie I just saw …..
                        You enter my room, your desire cries
                        I see FUCK in those horny hazel eyes

                        You hold out your hand, there is a gift for me
                        A thick flesh tone Strappy, a moan and a plea

                        Fuck me deep, Fuck me hard
                        I want a bully in my play yard

                        Not love, No sweet talk, no words at all
                        Just spread my legs and give me a ball

                        Enter me quickly, spread my lush walls
                        Thrust so deeply, I can feel silicone balls

                        Pull your knees up high for me, up, up and away
                        You know how I like to watch, when I play

                        Your twin moons spread wide, your sex staring at me
                        I give my girl what she wants, I hear her plea

                        Look into my eyes, do not stray away
                        Beg me to cum, as I tease you all day

                        I see that glint, I know it's a hint
                        You want it faster, now it's a sprint

                        Pull my hair hard, take me by the reins
                        I want to feel your lust deep in my veins

                        I thrust, I grind, I scream a cum for me plea
                        while she sucks on my fingers and melts for me

                        – me

                        Yummy, I loved providing narration to that HOT movie, you know who you are
                        and I suspect so does all of Achat by now …

                        #43835
                        Anonymous

                          This was inspired by Andrea …..

                          My Army of ONE …..

                          Unlike any other, any other I have seen
                          they possess a power which hides unseen.
                          Under the radar where they want to be
                          this incredible power hides and is free.

                          They guard their secret, they do it  so well
                          hiding in plain site, with no clue, with no tell.
                          Wielding there saber, with grace and laser accuracy
                          capable of a caress, or with a thought, strike lethally.

                          So humble, so quite this Army of One
                          so lucky are we, that they are the one.
                          For in the wrong hands, this power I fear
                          would lay waste to our feelings, both real n near.

                          This weapon I speak of, there is no safe place
                          no borders, no doors can keep it from our space.
                          Silent and quick it moves with the speed of fire
                          this power can not be stopped, it infects our desire.

                          But this wondrous being, my Army of One
                          controls a gift more powerful than any gun.
                          Faster than bullets, more explosive than bombs
                          this power I speak of was mentioned in psalms.

                          Not bound by race, religion, politics or time
                          no security can detect it, few see it's crime.
                          Whether seen or heard , it does not matter
                          for we are all affected by it's guile n chatter.

                          This power I speak of, it mirrors it's master
                          dwelling deep in a mind, but surfacing faster.
                          Only wisdom and resolve can harness such force
                          anything less drifts towards a dark toxic course

                          Only a special few who touch this power
                          can transform it from a weapon into a flower
                          turn it inside out and give it new perspective
                          melt anger, judgment, hate into a calm collective

                          Where is our Army? Our Army of One
                          make right what is wrong, reverse what is done.
                          Our world under siege by hate, greed and fear
                          we need courage and hope, we need you near.

                          What is this power, this force I speak of
                          capable of opposing forces, hate and love
                          Why it is one in the same, that is it's prowess
                          it all depends on it's Master and it's harness.

                          This wondrous gift, this power they protect
                          is the magic over “words” and all their effects.
                          With thought and passion they bring them to life
                          capable of any bidding, of  touching any life.

                          How do I know, who is an Army of One?
                          ahh, that is the trick, it is not easily done.
                          They are calm n quite, hiding in place
                          wielding such power takes empathy n grace.

                          How do I know, if I have what it takes
                          to be this Army of One, to fix our mistakes?
                          Ahh, that is quite easy, a special mirror you need
                          look deep inside and truthfully tell what you bleed.

                          – Me

                          There is no greater weapon in our world than a spoken “WORD”.
                          There is no other weapon less understood or more abused.
                          Once spoken they can NEVER be taken back, their effects long gone.
                          I pray we all learn to respect this weapon and the power it wields.

                          Thank you for reading, *hugs* Kaitlyn

                          #43836
                          Anonymous
                            MY MUSE

                            I have a muse, which before I knew not it's role
                            filling me with inspiration, while excavating my soul.
                            Pulling, tearing, ripping, she demands these thoughts from me
                            she is hungry, she is thirsty, no ordinary muse you see.

                            A stirring, an itch, a whimper, that's how it began
                            this irresistible urge, slowly burning, to which I ran.
                            I dared play with fire, this impulsive girl now driven mad
                            and to think it started innocently replying to a Personal Ad.

                            My approach quick n brazen, I wanted to play
                            I teased, I nibbled, I bit. But was kept at bay.
                            A slap on the hand, a rebuke making me pout
                            resistance was futile I would show her, I shout.

                            I knocked, I pestered, I flirted relentlessly without regard
                            I would get her to notice, to open and drop her guard.
                            Little did I know, who was predator , who was prey
                            I was to meet a force unknown to me, willing to play.

                            She warned me, she told me, let's keep it at this
                            I did not, I could not listen, I followed my bliss.
                            The assault came quickly, silently, leaving no crime
                            this entity, posing as a lamb, moved inside taking little time.

                            A change I noticed, subtle at first, inside me
                            a whisper in a sea of voices, a plea to be free.
                            Growing, spreading, not to be denied, this power inside
                            Taking, giving, nurturing n demanding, nowhere to hide

                            When I feel her rummaging all through my head
                            suppressed thoughts n feelings come rushing n spread.
                            She fills me with her passion, empowering me to sing
                            to be touched by her power is a beautiful, magical thing.

                            But when I realize she is gone, so is this voice
                            hidden from me once again, silent by choice.
                            No longer free, I see it's all her, that flows from me
                            these are all her words , not mine, this Muse set free.

                            I want her to know, this muse of mine
                            “Peaches” is to her, as “She” is to I.
                            A special, rare thing, If possible at all
                            muses for muses, caught in their squall

                            I want her to know, from this muse who persisted
                            When she gets me alone, I get all tongue tied n twisted
                            Now I know, now I see
                            what a Muse can do, can do to me.

                            One more thought I must share before I leave
                            to this friend, kindred spirit that lets me breath
                            There is nothing you can do or say, that would drive your Peaches away
                            Not gender, not race, not faith nor space could keep my spirit at bay.

                            – Me n MY muse .. Always in my head, well as long as she is not devouring “hubby's” head. *giggles*

                            #43837
                            Anonymous
                              Baby's been a Bad, Bad Girl

                              Careful, I am, knowing what you could do,
                              but my resistance is futile, deep desires too true

                              Oh My Lady Andrea, “what's a Bad, Bad girl to do”?
                              Leaving you all behind with nothing at all to do.

                              While your peaches are being plundered
                              by someone other than you, I wondered.

                              I lick, I bite, I suck, I fuck ,,, all without permission
                              Knowing when I return, I want to offer my submission.

                              I know once bound, there is nothing I can do
                              I am now your indulgence, enduring your view.

                              Butterflies a plenty, exhilaration and fear brew
                              thoughts racing through my mind of what you will do

                              Baby's been a Bad, Bad Girl, now asking for forgiveness
                              I beg my Lady Andrea, please punish me for my business

                              I try, I try so hard for you, but I lack your control and fortitude
                              I see, I like I crave, I want, I am but a prisoner of my mood

                              I now submit to your wishes, place my deepest trust in you
                              Am I worthy of your forgiveness, your mercy, or your shoe.

                              My gaze now your prisoner, my voice but a whimper
                              I hesitantly release the flogger, bow my head and purrr

                              I wait for your instructions, obedient I am
                              My Lady Andrea says “Turn over”, I reply , “Yes Ma'am”.

                              – Me ” Your Peaches”

                              #43838
                              Anatasia97

                                Soft Smiles.. Very nice kaitlyn..

                                #43839
                                Anonymous
                                  When you care ….


                                  When you care, a change takes hold
                                  silently, slowly, slipping inside never again to be denied.

                                  When you care, control is  relinquished, feelings hijacked
                                  a prisoner of your heart, along only for the ride

                                  When you care, worlds collide, fantasy slips into reality
                                  feelings betray logic, emotions borne, magic witnessed

                                  When you care, the “space between the lines” binding words
                                  composing thoughts, nothing lost in translation, no “sorries”

                                  When you care, sacrifices are gifts, pleasing is pleasure,
                                  thoughts become touches, a “me n you” becomes “we n us”

                                  When you care, for another more than you
                                  your cowards become heroes, your demons …angels
                                  For nothing is impossible when you care


                                  For all those who have been touched by the power of caring,  for others here or passed.
                                  For the rest who I pray someday will
                                  For the power of “giving” is always greater than “receiving”, lasting, nurturing n fulfilling.

                                  – Me …. I care for you

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