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My Heart.

As you know, my heart is full.
With all the love you give.
But did you know?
That long ago, my heart was filled with emptiness.
There was a time.
I know a crime!
When I felt so sad.
The pain within burnt my soul.
It seared that precious part.
My heart was charred.
A blackened mess.
Without it I’m a mess.
My deepest darkest despair.
A reality in hell.
I cursed myself, I couldn’t think.
My mind was chewed right through.
How had I made a mess of things?
A quandary yes but true.
How can my life turn round?
I had now clue, not one idea.
Of how I’d change my world.
But there was you.
My shining light.
My beacon in the dark.
The only one who ever loved me regardless of my flaws.
You helped me through each dark day.
Until I saw the dawn.
The darkness fades.
You help me still.
Keep me sane.
Stopping me go mad.
But my love I must admit.
I love it when you’re bad.
My heart so full now.
Fit to burst.
Changed my dark to light.
My love.
My Muse.
My saviour.
These words are yours tonight.

Love.

When lovers meet, become entwined.
What do you think goes through their minds?
What wonders spark that simple thing?
They lie there, stand there…oh such things.
Such delights and pleasure held.
Something special yet withheld.
Someone standing in the dark?
Watching, waiting, taking part?
Eyes grow wide when its unleashed.
Head rolls back when she does that.
Bitten tightly is that lip.
When he curls around her hip.
When she says to him…how’s that?
Does he answer?
Not a chance.
Deep in thought of how to return.
That act of love she gave to him.
What to do?
What to say?
Nothing is the only way.
Let your mouth, hips, fingers too.
Do the talking you need to do.
Dance across her skin so light.
Gentle touches, her delight.
Plunge yourself between the sheets.
Between her folds, her warmth beholds.
Make her feel just like a Queen.
If you do, she will return.
Every day and every night.
Bring each other true delight.
Bring that crashing crescendo.
That flourish as she begs you so.
Give it all and in return.
You’ll get the greatest prize of all.

Love. 

My Heart.

As you know, my heart is full.
With all the love you give.
But did you know?
That long ago, my heart was filled with emptiness.
There was a time.
I know a crime!
When I felt so sad.
The pain within burnt my soul.
It seared that precious part.
My heart was charred.
A blackened mess.
Without it I’m a mess.
My deepest darkest despair.
A reality in hell.
I cursed myself, I couldn’t think.
My mind was chewed right through.
How had I made a mess of things?
A quandary yes but true.
How can my life turn round?
I had now clue, not one idea.
Of how I’d change my world.
But there was you.
My shining light.
My beacon in the dark.
The only one who ever loved me regardless of my flaws.
You helped me through each dark day.
Until I saw the dawn.
The darkness fades.
You help me still.
Keep me sane.
Stopping me go mad.
But my love I must admit.
I love it when you’re bad.
My heart so full now.
Fit to burst.
Changed my dark to light.
My love.
My Muse.
My saviour.
These words are yours tonight.

A great man once said…

A great man once said something profound.
So profound that I have forgotten what it was.
So profound that it has shaped my entire existence.
A cartoon fox once said “Fear not my friends, for this shall be my greatest performance!”
It’s funny really…could my life have been influenced by a fox? A talking fox at that?
Sadly it shows me that as I am writing this, children of my generation and those of generations after are not influenced by the words of great minds or poets or genius.
But by…sigh…an animated fox.
We are all influenced by different things.
Some by…animated foxes…ahem.
Some by the musical talents of a woman who wears meat as a dress or by a movie star or a giant purple dinosaur.
The latter has not influenced me in any way. Except maybe to dislike purple dinosaurs.
See.
Influence.
In another life maybe a great speaker would have influenced me or a wise old sage…but…I am thankful for my influences.
For the words that moulded my existence.
If not by a animated fox or a song about frogs or by images so dark they make devils cry. Then what?
A purple dinosaur?
Give me strength!

On that note my friends.

Until the next time.

Darwin Blake.

The Almost Famous Author.

And Purple Dinosaur Hunter.

So, since writing this post, I have been thinking about a line from a Gorillaz song, the line…”without the truth of the eyes, the happy folk were blind.” 

Makes me think…if you don’t see something, does it go away?
Is it still there when you open them again?

If you hear a scream or cry for help and you cover your ears, can you not still hear it?

If you don’t see somebody’s words, do they exist?
Do they matter?

The answer is yes.
It’s always yes.

Even if we don’t see it, it is still there.

Even if we don’t hear it, it still screams.

Even if its not written, its still thought…

Because without the truth, we are lost.

Do you see?

Once again…

Until the next time…

Mistress

A guest poem by @heavenly_haven

Heavenlyhaven1808.Wordpress.com

Naked
Blindfolded
Prostrated
Restrained
In a room without a door
No obvious way in
Or out
I’m waiting
For you
My lover
I’ve never seen you
Or touched you
I know not when you’ll return
Which adds
Excitement
Stimulation
Anticipation
To my brain
But I know this
You’ll come
To please me
To tease me
To release me
Because
I
Am
Your
Mistress

Web.

A Guest Poem by Laura A.

You don’t recall when it happened – the shift between you
But it’s there, unsaid, unspoken
You leave it alone, hoping, willing it to go away
 
But it grows, like a web
 
The feelings scare you
And you try to avoid him yet he is everywhere
 
He whispers that he wants you
And you can barely breathe – he waits for your response
You are paralysed
 
This is not going to happen
 
You need to run, think, escape
But you don’t
He waits
 
And so it begins.
 

Oh my days…

The way you look at me so sweetly.
Oh my days…
The way you stand in the moonlight.
Oh my days…
The way you toy with me.
Oh the ways…
The way you show me all the ways.
Oh my days…
The way you slink beneath the sheets.
Oh my days…
The way you rush to see me.
Oh my days…
The way you hold me tight at night.
Oh my days…
The way you wake me from a daze.
Oh my days…
The way you dance beneath the moon.
Oh my days…
The way you rock me.
Oh my days…
The way you love me.
For always…