Natalie. 25 years old. new jersey. poetry. cooking. french cuisine. strawberries. sushi. purple. pictures. iphone. mini laptop. white roses. fiji water. accessories. robert frost. iron chef. flossing. facebook. manhattan. los angeles. madrid. paris. bergdorf's. burberry. white gold. curly hair. sex. music. sexy men.
I'm in the process of writing my first poetry book.
Enjoy.
We’ve all heard the saying “there’s a fine line between love and hate”, right? But what’s in between? You can’t go to sleep hating someone and wake up loving them; well not all of us can anyway.
Picture this: you hate him so much because he doesn’t notice you or once lead you on, but in any given situation, hate can switch over to passion in the blink of an eye, and when passion erupts from hate, well, we’ve all been there, no need for details. Finally, in some cases, love breaks through the barriers of hate and passion and a story of two once scorned individuals can turn into a golden anniversary.
I’m sorry, I’ve been sleeping the entire time. I didn’t realize you felt like that. Thinking about it, you always did make feel sublime.
I guess I was too blind or maybe naive. To me you were my best friend when I was in need. Glad you got this off your chest; I’m sure you feel relieved, although your face shows nothing but deceive.
Please understand nothing can be done. I already said “yes” to him and from this I cannot run. I need you to forget me, I need you to move on.
Dry those tears from your handsome face. You know I’ll always love you, even if only as a friend. I want you to be happy for me, this is my special day. I want you to hold me in a friendly embrace.
I trust one day you’ll find your special mate. One who will treat you like a king, as you deserve. And when you do, you’ll appreciate how lucky and blessed you are to have her be part of your fate.
The hour soon approaches for me to walk down the aisle. I’m sorry I didn’t love you back, but thank you for loving me so much. And when you stand next to him in church, please dear friend, do try to smile.
(((If you love someone, let it be known right away; if you wait too long you may be left filled with dismay)))
See, I have this fantasy I can’t control I want it to be true, I want it to be real This would be a forbidden affair But I can’t help the way I feel Maybe I’ll seduce you, or maybe I won’t But how can’t I when every night I dream the same dream? And it’s never dry or as innocent as it seams
Me on top of you, what a perfect view Your hands on my hips to move me as you please Up and down, up and down, such a rhythmic pace Exactly how I like it so aggressive; no time to waste
You quickly take control, and I’m so, so weak Without missing a beat you have me on my back Your sweat dripping on me while your tongue explores me I’m loving how your hands find their way around How with every touch I get even more aroused
Clap, clap, clap as you’re deep in Sweat, sweat, sweat as we move like this
Suddenly on my knees and hands you grab me by the hair Back and forth, back and forth we move in sync Now in this position I can feel the drips This is too erotic, perhaps too much for me But my thought is interrupted by your sudden release Didn’t know that was coming and I couldn’t contain myself My love was throbbing so I gave you mine as well
Thinking it was over, I relax in bed But you open me wide and start cleaning me up
See, I had this fantasy I once thought impossible And now you’re in bed with me, baby our sex is unstoppable Guess all this time this fantasy was inevitable
Just when I gave up looking. Just when I closed my heart. You make me feel so wanted. I’m scared, but I can’t run. I felt like this before, long, long ago. I gave my heart to someone; it was shattered whole. I want to let you in. I do want to feel loved. But the key to my heart was stolen and it’s not going to return. You make me feel so wanted. I’m scared but I can’t run. And because my heart will die one day, I’ll give you the key to my soul. In you I’ve found eternal love.
Old flames intertwined in the middle of the night lost in blankets.
The sounds of a passionate reunion ignites in their ears. Hair stuck to foreheads, Hands exploring the unforgettable territories, Gasps of air coming from her lips And the sweet taste of his kiss.
She sleeps alone tonight with a guilty mind. He sleeps alone tonight with the scent on his lips
They say that when people first lose a limb, they can still feel it. It still hurts, they still try to use it. They call this having a “Phantom Limb.” I think that this is what losing a person is like. You beckon them over to “come see this!”, you come home at the end of the day to tell them about…
Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart.
Natalie. 25 years old. new jersey. poetry. cooking. french cuisine. strawberries. sushi. purple. pictures. iphone. mini laptop. white roses. fiji water. accessories. robert frost. iron chef. flossing. facebook. manhattan. los angeles. madrid. paris. bergdorf's. burberry. white gold. curly hair. sex. music. sexy men.
I'm in the process of writing my first poetry book.
Enjoy.
We’ve all heard the saying “there’s a fine line between love and hate”, right? But what’s in between? You can’t go to sleep hating someone and wake up loving them; well not all of us can anyway.
Picture this: you hate him so much because he doesn’t notice you or once lead you on, but in any given situation, hate can switch over to passion in the blink of an eye, and when passion erupts from hate, well, we’ve all been there, no need for details. Finally, in some cases, love breaks through the barriers of hate and passion and a story of two once scorned individuals can turn into a golden anniversary.
