Like a fireplace bursting with ember and blue flames, something inside her wants to explore as the beats of her heart skip in murmur rhythms for she is not certain she can control.
As his lips touches hers softly as their tongues glide to taste each other as their glands enroll.
She gets more tense as her body wants to straighten out like an old, ironing board as her legs tighten, and she feels an aching between her thighs.
He starts to loosen her up caressing her face looking into her fearful, innocent eyes.

Stopping herself from going any further with him, like she wants to, she begins to question his faith in her as a union may have just begun.
He begins to question her devotion to him for this union could get hot as the summer, morning sun.
As she has waited for him to come to her for so long she begins to wonder why he kept her waiting for this moment she wanted.
He did not answer her curious request as he kissed her again for her mind grows haunted.

The intensity of something beginning between him and her is strong as an ox.
The animal attraction is fierce as a rabid fox.
One thing she knows is that this was her wish to be.
To have many moments with him beyond intimacy.

The agony of controlling her desire.
The agony of trying to put out her fire.
When she sees his face, she wants to go wild and free.
Riding him like apony to want him to send him to ectasy.

She must control her passions so she can respect him as whole.
To view him as a person and be a friend as her heart wants to roll.
She doesn’t know who, what, when, or how.
What is going to happen between them now?

Keeping her waiting, for that she does not care.
She will wait until she is old and gray when he enters her lair.
There is something about him she doesn’t quite understand.
There is something killing her softly as her heart beats grand.

The agony of waiting to see what’s next.
As time is being taken, as its been said on text.
The agony of being patient, but it’s something she must do.
She doesn’t want to ruin anything between them two.

Pacing herself for that magic moment to happen soon as day.
Nervous as a cat as she paces back and forth wondering if it is today.
The suspense is killing her, but she has to wait.
For it’s his call, it’s up to him to debate.

The agony of torture but all signs are true.
They both liking each other but waiting to persue.
The agony of being patient because this is her choice.
Something good must come out of this, so she can finally rejoice.

Blue from always being in the middle of everyone’s melodramatic childish events.
Trying to be the friend and the peacemaker so chaos prevents.
Blue for not having the power to stand up and make a friend because of the way she looks.
So she rather stays at home with her nose in the books.

Blue from being alone and don’t want to appear clingy and needy for her pride needs to be strong as nails.
Blue from not being able to speak what words she has to say as frustration prevails.
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go, and blue for not having anyone to talk to in her time of need.
Most of the jokers don’t want to listen, they just want her seed.

Blue at the world as most drive their luxurious cars and walk the sidewalks taking life for granted.
When noone stops to breathe in the beauty and the Earth’s offerings so enchanted.
Blue from the losses as the times of sorrow is here holding our hands and hearts.
Most of all blue for having no love to give as hate starts.

Forget about the cared as he flirts with the whores in front of her face.
Only the disrespectful would even have the common courtesy to leave his so called love out of place.
How rude can a person be to satisfy their selfish needs?
How inconsiderate can a man be to lie to the loved one about his feelings for the other ladies just to see if her heart would bleed.

Forget he was ever in love with her who he says he was because only lied.
To make her feel better and assured, she might as well have died.
Just for a cheap thrill he never cared for the one he said he loved.
His words were only of pity as he is damned from the gods above.

Inconsiderate loser needs a life as he doesn’t need to rub her face in that he may have better.
Never again will she believe anything he says, not even one letter.
He toyed with her heart because what they had was a lie.
Never will she trust him in the same way again when he says he loves her because it is over and will be seen through the eye.

We’re not like everyone else so icy cold with hate and one track minds that speak of prejudice and discrimination to the unusual and peculiar that makes us so strange.
Our thoughts are deeper than the shallow, muddy rivers out of range.
We’re proud of who we are because we are not backing down from everyone else’s fights.
Speaking for our peace and beliefs and our rights.

Abuse or violence is being felt as a means of solving a thousand piece puzzle to life as a means of self expression.
As they cry for their sins at their own path’s confession.
We try to keep an open mind to all things as long as we harm no one.
We try not to sedate what we feel comfortable with as our deeds will be done.

As the days turn dark, she waits to lay in her bed beside him as she rubs his head to sedate him to sleep with a peck on his smooth, silk forehead.
As he drifts into a peaceful slumber beside her as if his sleep is like the dead.
As she closes her eyes, her dreams of him enter her mind like a vivid, romantic movie.
As a smile wears on her face as she sleeps that makes her feel groovy.

Waiting for him, so she can be his friend.
Waiting for the day they meet with a hope of no end.
Waiting for the nervousness she feels when she sees his face and hears his voice for the first time.
Waiting for the moment of a possible connection so sublime.

She feels like she is young again as she feels she may met her type.
She is excited like a teenage girl on her first date with all the hype.
Waiting patiently for him turning down hot, steamy sexual affair offers from other men who wants her bad.
She wants him to know that she is true blue and want to be the best he’s ever had.

Waiting for this stranger to come in her home.
Waiting to meet this stranger to get acquainted wherever they roam.
Not for certain why he’s the particular one she wants so badly.
He is beyond everything she ever wanted in a man as she looks at his pictures, she really wants him badly.

Until then she will sit debating.
Until then, she will be patiently waiting.

A woman so creative can make her dreams happen as she can say a chant to receive what she wants which is love, beauty, and admiration.
In order to speak out her secret language to the Goddess with such elaboration.
As she kneels down for strength not knowing what needs to be done to send out her request.
All she ever wants is things that suit her best.

Mother Earth is called upon as she begins to complete her mission of her powerful trip to the path of her desires.
Her heart burns with yearning as she lights the waxed wicks of fires.
Staring into the mirror imagining her being loved, interesting, and very pretty.
Wanting automatic attraction from her souls while other purr at her like a kitty.

Her world will be heard as she sees her result with a happy ending of all sorts of kinds.
To have friends, love, and beauty that forever ties binds.
Thankful to the Goddess for what will soon be her pleasure.
Devoted to The All for assisting her drastic measure.

She wants certain ones to be bewitched by her as they think certain thoughts in a daydream trance.
All she wants is to be liked by all for her gifts of enigma and charisma needs a chance.
To her satisfaction, she cleans her space as she stores what remains for the next time.
Seeking her own justice so sublime.

Giving up for arguing with idiots who will never win the battle of being a player of a game that plays with the heart.
She sobs her eyes out as she views the sea of her emotions feeling defeated and torn apart.
A triangle of erotic attraction is involved as one will be there for her always when this game is repeated.
One of us will be defeated.

Time to move on to a different journey of the phases of love as she’s too old for this game.
Immaturity of lost souls so confused is to blame.
Taking the time to review her emotions trying to find out what is right and wrong.
Heading to a private island in her mind to evaluate her feelings which are strong.

Death is a resting point for her as a new door will open in time once she hears from this game of mixed feelings and views.
Life will welcome her to something of a new and different phase of love that she can use.
Her heart has died for her pain can not bare the lustrous fantasies of the erotic triangle of lust that she wants to have both of the worlds by her side.
She’s been revived by someone who beside her will abide.

Stabbed in the heart after the aching game is continuing only wanting more torture and heartbreak.
This game will only hurt her again. but the pain she can take.
She plays this game in return to get an answer to her request of wanting to be adored and cared.
Don’t play this game if feelings are involved and blared.

She feels unworthy to those who adore her; she feels like a failure to the man she truly loves and  a freak to the inspired man.
Doing the things to be admitted when she can.
No other alternatives to the accepted come to her mind as she heads to her water, steamed bathtub to sit inside nude with her crying eyes.
No other ways to be loved for everything eventually dies.

As her dream of near death rises, an elderly woman she once knew and loved appear to greet her with love as she’s surrounded by glowing white and blue auras that shines on her beauty so free.
She touches her face in comfort only to tell her, her life will make her happy.
The elderly woman advised her to go back to her life, for she is loved by so many and is accepted into her circle of friends.
As she woke up in a bed with women in white surrounding her, and her life will soon have no ends.

A person who gets paid to be her friend pays her a visit to get her story.
She told this person how she felt when all she wanted was her glory.
She is sorry for what she did as she will never take another razor to her wrists anymore.
She failed to realize life has so much more.

She needs a change, she needs a whole new name.
To be recognized and admired, especially a need for self fame.
A lesson learned when things get bad.
To never talk to death when she feels sad.

Walking towards the tree of knowledge as his worries and concerns flow out of his thoughts being read from the Higher Source.
A soothing ray of light begins to surround him with universal love that takes its course.
Kneeling down to see him in his garden of roses that look so peaceful and fully bloomed with different colors that shade.
As he’s wrapping his semi-bloody finger with a smile on his face as if nothing went wrong or any haste was made.

As his flowered halo with dark colors and vines is shown wearing his imagined black cloak that reveals his chest showing in glimmered shimmers.
His long, black hair shines with the sun that visually tremors.
His dark eyes are balanced between good and evil as some would view one way or the other.
As he rises from hiding out to keep out his view, a cogitation begins to slowly smother.

His eyes look upon to see him stumble on his words as his thoughts are running rampant and his disturbances and questions are waving at him like a white flag.
He steps away from his rose garden to walk to him as his words are to gag.
He touches his face as a soothing, comforting smile appears on him like the rain coming down with the outshining of the sun.
Assuring him it will be alright and that his world is full of fun.

When he begins to ground, his spirit begins to fly.
As he slowly inhales and exhales breaths to center himself to real life as he begins to sigh.
His eyes slowly open as he is awakened from a beautiful, realistic dream.
As he meditates…he can be anywhere at anytime, it’s a miraculous scream.