Wishes

i wish i could write poetry

soft, rhythmic, something

that could steal Your heart

and make You mine alone

something You could feel

to the depths of Your soul

a few words that You would

carry with You always

i sit here at night

and my fingers fly, putting

my feelings into words

not poetry, just my heart

my love for You, preserved

in black and white

i wish You could know

the millions of words i have

written for You, how many

times i have made love to You

with pen and paper

how many nights i have

cried, because nothing i write

seems worthy

i wish i could write poetry

something that could

steal Your heart

and make You mine

....alone

she

she walks behind

by choice

bound by love, and the

sound of His voice

there is no pain she

won't endure for Him

torture

of the mind

the heart

the soul

and while she loves

He grows cold, bored

needing more

so she cries and

she waits and she

skates on thin ice

fearing the break

that will pull

her under, while

He feeds from her pain

and her bleeding heart

every moment apart

numbs her more

makes her think

makes her realize

she is nothing more

than a whore

not someone to love

only to violate

but she doesn't care

there is no pain she

won't endure for Him

bound by love and the

sound of His voice

she walks behind

by choice

Kiss me

and You will see stars

Love me

and I will give them to You

the silk dress

i was wearing before

You slowly cast it

to the floor

the feel of the sheets

wrapped around

our legs, as we wrap around

each other, soft

the sound of Your voice

when You whisper my name

the way it makes me feel

with You so near

reading poetry between sighs

and i love you's, soft

the cool ocean breeze

caressing us as we make

love on the beach

Your hands tracing my body

Your eyes searching mine

and melting my soul, soft

i'm feeling blue tonight

and i need You, soft

Soft