asheena
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romance
Starving like a firery red alley cat,
I was thirsty for a new mate?
Salvagin' for a desire that was jus my way to hesitate
on treatin' my home bound mate
with the respect of where our relationship weakened by bait
Craving a tasteless place
when I had my own Bae
What a waste of a thought
Why starve like a alley cat
When at home...
I have a real man thats alllll that!
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY asheena
Cuff meCuff me Until my body drapes into your arms Cuff me Because I wanna feel passion and not see it obsessively Cuff me Because being chained was me being the best of me Cuff me Since the exchange to be free is the range I will never see Cuff me Because I wanna be secure to the motion of the cuff Not to be loved well roundingly but to be able to express myself to my kind of free Cuff me Because even though you have half of me You cuffed me enough to allow me to be me Free
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Deceptive ImagesAnd then he escaped from my eyes From my mouth no words of utterance could form yet my eyes spoke with succulence and my body danced in connection with the words that couldn't form To my surprise the angle of my eyes Was never him But the dream I always wanted within my own eyes
-Sheena
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That Firey RedStarving like a firery red alley cat, I was thirsty for a new mate? Salvagin' for a desire that was jus my way to hesitate on treatin' my home bound mate with the respect of where our relationship weakened by bait Craving a tasteless place when I had my own Bae What a waste of a thought Why starve like a alley cat When at home... I have a real man thats alllll that! |
Snow CaseCovered in white, we colored in black Swaying the blend complimented by the wind Love Shading Butter We so close to one another Fire Place Glancing Naked Bodies Dancing Case closed Romance need us... For Snow Blows Romance need us to Court Love Cases... Snow Cased In this Place... |
Search of ArtI escape into a passion of sexual temperature For my love My drought is a single serving of frustration My bondage is the doubt that my love will never find Me So my search has no taste My heart beats but with a symphany of sympathy The map he uses to search for me has no destination So my faith has to be flighted for his discovery In his search will he find me_ Or will he fall short to the lady that stands in his way Who they call her Seduce-her Maps Or will his eyes never see a work of a devils art And keep searching for his work of art?
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Real Recognized?He seduced me with his knowledge that for-tastes my vision... His words are the buildings that keep me protected... So I walk with no worries... His strength is only weakened from the site of God His portray is emulated by a generation who doesn't understand the greatest His credibilty is formed from the storms his bravery spoke with His humility is the cash prize that keeps him alive Yet the wonder of a women wants him, But the selfishness of a woman haunts him Indeed he is Exsisted in the presence of good men He sleeps to a women with the hidden agenda He is the King to the Queen who submiss his lead His knowledge is forbidden to be exposed if truth doesn't carry him So his knowledge is desposed until his wife marries him... |
eye tear no loveInside my eyes is crushed water called love... Its pressure is formatted to pursue an escape that stains a heart... Its innocense is only present to the vulture that had too much love... Its dressed to shed for love but its dry from a feeling Inside my eyes the crushed water.... My tears are locked up with no escape And my love will never be found unless The vulture never knew love Cruises To the color of love My tears are prisoned from the escape Code red covers me And my love is locked i a tear with no escape Cruises... Outside my eyes forms the color of love
Cruises... Outside my eyes is the color of love Cruises To the pulse |
Flight to Romance?Fear flutteted the flight when romance crashed? Strange to the feel of flight my position didnt recognize the boarding Holding on to nothing is exactly what holding on to.something is... Buy a ticket, I left Sold a soul I flew Yet the epitome of romance is somewhere in the air.... My boarding pass is hoarded ny so much fear... My long lost romance is still.put there... But.... But....Damn Where? |
Heat Loves Me not?I closed my eyes with sounds of moans repressed on my tongue... Repressed on my tongue I had feels that made me heat finally have a name... I gave heat a name and became his animal... I became his animal and prostrated his mark ...inside a place no one will ever see... See this jungle gives me pleasure but not to love... to be wild to be... to be what I wana be but can't Love broke in my heart and stole the beat Now I live in a jungle with no love...but with a love called heat? |
