She hangs,
suspended from the pendulum
of her own heart strings
defying the pull of love
yet
like a magnet, the force
is more than she can bear
feeling pleasing rhythms
~everywhere~
and nature does it’s
thing
as she sits upon that
swing
imagine her burning
between smooth thighs
while needing another
lover’s eyes
...and heart & soul
...and arms
...and lips
but giving pleasure
from her hips
to the one who’s nearest
not the love who’s dearest
her heart shall know no rest
when she can’t touch the best
flowing endlessly between
the two
her soul bruised,
black and blue
streams of his white hot
joy is what she craves
so,
inside her soul
is where she saves
the deepest, sweetest
part
for the one who owns
her heart
Alyce, 2000
suspended from the pendulum
of her own heart strings
defying the pull of love
yet
like a magnet, the force
is more than she can bear
feeling pleasing rhythms
~everywhere~
and nature does it’s
thing
as she sits upon that
swing
imagine her burning
between smooth thighs
while needing another
lover’s eyes
...and heart & soul
...and arms
...and lips
but giving pleasure
from her hips
to the one who’s nearest
not the love who’s dearest
her heart shall know no rest
when she can’t touch the best
flowing endlessly between
the two
her soul bruised,
black and blue
streams of his white hot
joy is what she craves
so,
inside her soul
is where she saves
the deepest, sweetest
part
for the one who owns
her heart
Alyce, 2000