You had me I was yours,
I spent weeks dancing around the thought of you and me,
You could have had me,
My spirit, my smile, my love and my body would have been your.

My lips your property,
Your hands my comfort,
My eyes your kaleidoscope,
Your love my strength.

Words can not describe the world I could have given you,
But you had to push me away,
playing with me like a bal that bounces of the wall,
you took me close,
once I was hooked on the ecstasy of you a bitter fall awaited me,


fuck the poetry……you hurt me and there is nothing I can do…not even cry cos u knower knew I liked you this much…..you talk of random things but you don’t know that some of the things you say really hurt me. I don’t let you close to me for fear of rejection for fear that you will use my weaknesses against me but yet even without telling you, you still manage to make me cry myself to sleep.

Bundled up in my ordinary obedient life is a woman that wants to be heard.
I spend my life in silence, never confiding or confessing.
Growing up with the believe that if a swallow all my feelings I will live a calm and peaceful life. Thinking that feelings do not need to be expressed and that expressing such feelings will hurt others.

But now I enter my apartment and tears flood my cheeks, streaming like a waterfall.
I save others the burden of my feelings but at what price am I sacrificing my soul.
The wild mustang in me refuses to be broken. Fear. Not just the fear of being a burden but also the fear that some day you might take all my confessions and hang them on the town square!

A vicious cycle is born, what means more to me? Expressing myself or not getting stabbed by my own skeletons? I want it to be over and therefore I have made a choice.
My life will go on as it has, in silence and in emotional emptiness to the outside world.
But here my Blog I shall confide in you.

Is this what it feels like? (1)

The room is hazy with cigar smoke, lights are dim and flashing….
Through a curtain of lace and silk strips ….I…yes “I”…
Step out onto the stage with red pouted lips and glitter gel on my body….

The men look at me, I raise my eyebrow and give a seductive smile as I
Stride forwards to the pole…..
Fancy men is expensive suits with even more fancy and expensive drinks
Sit….barely on their seats….

I move my body in all the right ways, with all the right moves,
Anything that will want to make you touch me and take me to…
the underworld of your dirty fantasies.

In this club called Blog I strip for any man with a fancy and expensive drink.
Any one can look, ask me to bend over and I will!
The Blog is the one place where I can undress and show you all of me but yet at the same time you can only look and never touch…

My first post!!!!