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It Could Have Been

Posted in ChicLit with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 24, 2010 by planetvegas

It Could Have Been:

When I looked into your beautiful green eyes, I just knew that might be the last time I could ever look again.
I could have touched your sweet lips, yet, I didn’t, though I knew that might have been my last chance.

I hugged you tightly with all the strength in my arms and heart.
I wasn’t giving up on you, just trying to let you go.
I wish that things had been different.
I still love you deeply and there isn’t a moment that goes by where I don’t think about you.

Yet, there could have been even more hurt, more pain,
because of an additional amount of love.
Enough love to make people go against the odds,
odds of which would have spoiled our hearts.

I was leaving and you were staying,
hundreds of miles away.
Too far to hear each others heart beats.
Knowing all that, still if I would have looked deeper into your eyes,
my eyes passing down to your lips.

Mind goes blank.
Eyes close slowly as my lips get closer to yours.
Lips touch for the first time.
Your eyes close and you kiss me back.
Our first and only kiss.

Feelings would have gotten stronger.
I would still never see you again.

It would have been the end of me.
Yet, I just hugged you one last time.
It could have been a falling kiss.
——-In memory of Tina

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Fairytale Prince

Posted in ChicLit with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 5, 2009 by planetvegas

Fairytale Prince

Opening doors, let me get that for you, whatever you want.
Prince-liness charm, Butterflies—asking you,

can this be real or will he always be a frog? 37cb8d9a287c
Lavished in wet-golden-spoon-fed kisses,

yet still always turning out to be the frog—that’s why I’m writing this log.
I’m never finding a mate for my soul or my GI Joe, even when they spend all their dough.

Keep this replica in the box—lock it up, bury it at Fort Knotts. No returns on this item.
From a paper thin castle, waving his plastic sword–acting as though he was knighted a lord.
Full of practiced magic tricks he’s an illusionist,

but deep down nothing more than a clown wearing his latex crown and setting up franchises all around town.
Nothing but a general asshole, hands down.

IN THE PRESENCE OF ROYALTY

Posted in ChicLit with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 24, 2009 by planetvegas

IN THE PRESENCE OF ROYALTY:

A spoon, a fork, the lit candles.
Both dressed for the the moment
Me in black; you in red, the same as the roses on the bed.

Me undressed; you unclothed, dressed for the moment again.
My lips to your neck; your soft noises to my ear.
A force gently pushed within you.
Moans, nails to my back, wet rushed kisses.
Pushing in, then quickly out–cooling heating
every need, every want, that is what we wish life was all about.

Now, to the point:
Loud moans from me, from you
Both at the same time.

No point anymore: yet some of us wish there to be more. Satisfied to every need. You holding me; I’m holding you side by side
Fast asleep.

I Did Not

Posted in ChicLit with tags , , , , , , , on May 21, 2009 by planetvegas
I Did Not:

When I died, I did not know I was to.
When I died, I did not say I wish to.
When I died, I did not say I wish to abandon you.

All I have to say is, “I love you.”

When you died, I did not know you were to.
When you died, I did not say I wish for you to.
When you died, I abandoned you.

For all I have to say is, “I love you.”

When I died, fate knew I were to.
When I died, fate knew I wish not to.

Fate knows,
the last thing I would want to do is abandon you.

I know it was fate, which was to do.
I know, I know.

All I have to say is, “I miss you.”

I wish fate were not such a bitch.
For I miss you so much, more than you know.


I love,
I love,
you.

Rapturous

Posted in ChicLit with tags , , , , , , on May 21, 2009 by planetvegas

Rapturous:

When you walked into my life,
you gave my heart rebirth.
My heart before had no worth.
You opened your mouth and music came out.
Music with the sweetest tunes,
music of which can’t be found on earth,
until I found you.
I was amazed and slowly turning crazed.
Too enlightened to have any sense of sanity, because of you.
music-notes

I slowly moved my ey
es up from your lips,
started a quest for other angelic features within you.
Your eyes so deep with the color blue,

filled with love that is true. music-notes
Eyes to make an angel cry.
I tried to stare,
your beauty was too strong for any man to bear.
My soul would die if you were to shed a tear.
I’m glad someone answered my prayer.

2002

An Inner Kiss

Posted in ChicLit with tags , , , , , , on May 13, 2009 by planetvegas

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lips
I look to her as she turns her back to me.
She walks away with tears in her eyes. With a heart broken like glass dropped on the floor, shattering to pieces.

Clouds row by, from up high. The sun blinds
my eyes and frees my mind with it’s beautiful
warm light. I call to her, she walks on

as if the wind carries my voice away. Not to
be heard. Words will do no harm, nor do they

any good. Actions speak to be heard only.

I put my hands up high to block the sunlight.
My feet hard to move. “Let them be free,”
crosses my mind. I release them to do so,

they move slowly–I pick-up speed. Wind blows
across my face, to my ears, peaceful music.


I swing my body infront of her. I fix my eyes on
her eyes. She pulls me in, holds me tight. Her
lips to my ear, whispers in. “Don’t be safe, let
yourself be free. Kiss me now, don’t hold back.”

I set my fears aside. My hands move slowly to
her face.

Lips to lips, I speak with whispers.
“No fears, just passion setting me free.”

Lips lock as if it’s forever lasting. Her eyes
close slowly. I free my eyes to do the same.

My hands from her face to her back,
holding tight and never wanting to let go.
Wind blows across and through us, not able
to end this moment.


Sun moves upon us from up high, giving our
skin a sweet warm feeling–just like this kiss.

This would be the longest, sweetest moment of my life…
an inner kiss.


2001

Fairytale Prince

Posted in ChicLit with tags , , , , , , on May 7, 2009 by planetvegas

Opening doors, let me get thatspanish_dancer_costume for you, whatever you want.
Prince-liness charm, Butterflies—asking you, can this be real
or will he always be a frog?

Lavished in wet-golden-spoon-fed kisses, yet still always turning out to be the frog–that’s why I’m writing this log.

I’m never finding a mate for my soul or my GI Joe, even when
they spend all their dough. Keep this replica in the box—lock it up, bury it at Fort Knox. No returns on this item.

From a paper thin castle, waving his plastic sword–acting as though he was knighted a lord. Full of practiced magic tricks he’s an illusionist,
but deep down nothing more than a clown wearing his latex crown and setting up franchises all around town.

Nothing but a general asshole, hands down.