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Venus007 · 05-01-2010, 10:53 AM

I want to be pinioned, pierced, filled, put in my place.
I want to be shot through with the thick kundalini arrow.
Spin my chakras baby .

I want flesh and bone.
Shake me until I rattle
Pulled under in your tide.

Turn to the big bad wolf before my eyes (my what big teeth you have)
Push back my little red riding hood and lick your chops
Howl with raw throat .

Carnal carnivore
I am predator and prey
Devoured and devouring

Breath to hips to breath, unbroken circle,
Locked together, fiery wheels within a wheel
Spinning thunder in my bed

Venus007 · 05-01-2010, 10:54 AM

My lover is a leopard pelted goddess,
A ripe fruit that must be eaten in the bathtub;
Nectar flowing down
Chin and hands.

In the basin of her hips
I press my lips to the fire,
My tongue to the work of the flames
And am consumed as I knew I would be.

This is my holy heart of fire
This is my sacred gift.

I'mOneToo · 09-28-2010, 11:58 PM

six feet tall
gorgeous tendrils
of curly blonde hair
i ran my hand through it
caught it in the back,
entwined it in my fingers
held it
pulled it slowly
our lips
so close
i moved to her ear
whispered
my suggestion
"yes"
was her answer
"first..."
ah, negotiation...
"i need to..."
what, what?
in her timidity
she bit my neck
i disengaged to ask
"what do you need?"
she licked my earlobe
gently
and whispered her request,
"i need to see your ID."

baby butch.
diaper dyke.
barely 21,
yes, I showed her proof.
a year later
we laughed about that
at our anniversary dinner
when we celebrated
our one-night stand
that held up
through 12 months
of silly string
and delusions
that made up
our "R"elationship
we exchanged rings
called ourselves married
enjoyed all the trappings therein
and were thus... trapped.

many years later
when history
repeated itself
i tried to remember
that kind of september
when life was so tender
though it wasn't always mellow
and september is not always
kind

but i have learned
through all those septembers
that when october comes
blowing leaves into corners
where they get stuck
in the cobwebs
on the shelves
of the mind
there will always be
a fall
and i will always
catch myself

remembering with kindness
the septembers that fell apart
and drifted away
with the falling leaves

Venus007 · 05-08-2011, 12:54 AM

Turned away from the summit, I camp among your foothills and
recall the days when I took for granted I would always be able to
walk the shining path, through the clouds to your secret garden.

I wait for the storms to clear and the way to open.
I watch others born down from the heights unable to even rest in the shadow of the mountain.
I wonder if they found the precious things I left there.

The sun flashes off the peak and I am Ulysses lashed to my tent pole listening to the song of the sirens.
They beckon me to climb, to force my way up. To face the icy winter storms and
snowy billowing avalanche; to be hurtled down the mountain,
broken, and cast out from even the comfort of the foothills because the mountain does not will it.

There is beauty here, on these lower rises, on these fertile hills.
I watch the intrepid adventurers parade by; packs earnestly strapped on, scoffing at this small tent on the mountainside, confusing patience with weakness.
I have seen their bones pile up over the years. All that is left of them is the plastic they leave behind and the damage from their fires.

They are lured by the peak, like a junkie to a needle, like a moth to a candle, like I am though I endure.

Mr Nice Guy · 05-31-2011, 10:08 PM

Your glaring eyes tell me what you think.<<disallowed word>>
Your vicious in your thoughts.<<disallowed word>>
I know you don't like me.<<disallowed word>>
Why?<<disallowed word>>
Is it because I'm gay? Or is it because I'm butch?<<disallowed word>>
Well guess what? I don't care!
I was put in this world just like you so take the target you put on my back and shove it!
I don't need your crap or your ideals of what life should be.<<disallowed word>>
I don't need your labels either cause I have my own.<<disallowed word>>
You must not live by my code of conduct because I believe we all should be free to be ourselves.<<disallowed word>>
You have a way with words and I wouldn't call it fluff.<<disallowed word>>
I shouldn't waste my time fighting your bigotry.
I will be the big person and walk away and leave you with your mouth hung opened and a yellow stripe on your back.<<disallowed word>>

T4Texas · 06-01-2011, 01:07 AM

Letting go

there are times when life will give us
the hardest things to do
when we have to try to forget
what was at one time me and you
the changes that come to pass
are sometimes harder than you know
and its never all that easy
to be letting go.

if only love could carry
us through all those things
if it would just rise up
and take us on its wings
perhaps we'd never have the pain
or the loss that seems to grow
and we'd never have to suffer through
the ordeal of letting go.

If I could have done things different
or said a word or two
just any little thing at all
that might have inspired you
I certainly would have given it
just so that you would know
that I never wanted to be the one
that would have to be letting go.

I always will remember
the times that we both shared
and I'll never forget the times
that you tried so hard to care
but now I must be on my way
to the future, whatever it holds
and I hope some day you will understand
how much I hated letting go.

4/17/11

Mr Nice Guy · 06-01-2011, 04:13 AM

The tears I cry today are for memories of yesterday.
Seeing you again makes it all new.
I thought that after all theses years I would be over you.
I guess I'm not and this shocks me to the core.
You wave goodbye and I stand there and watch my feelings walk out the door.
God please help me, please take away this pain.
Make me see that once was yesterday is not today.
You can't hang on when there's no rope to hold.
Just walk with your face held high and heart full of hope.
Someday your soulmate will come and take your heart away.
Today or tomorrow but never yesterday.

This poem was inspired by the threads I read.

SingularNYCFemme · 09-17-2012, 07:55 AM

This is absolutely stunning. Thank you for sharing it with us here.

Quote:

Originally Posted by I'mOneToo

six feet tall
gorgeous tendrils
of curly blonde hair
i ran my hand through it
caught it in the back,
entwined it in my fingers
held it
pulled it slowly
our lips
so close
i moved to her ear
whispered
my suggestion
"yes"
was her answer
"first..."
ah, negotiation...
"i need to..."
what, what?
in her timidity
she bit my neck
i disengaged to ask
"what do you need?"
she licked my earlobe
gently
and whispered her request,
"i need to see your ID."

baby butch.
diaper dyke.
barely 21,
yes, I showed her proof.
a year later
we laughed about that
at our anniversary dinner
when we celebrated
our one-night stand
that held up
through 12 months
of silly string
and delusions
that made up
our "R"elationship
we exchanged rings
called ourselves married
enjoyed all the trappings therein
and were thus... trapped.

many years later
when history
repeated itself
i tried to remember
that kind of september
when life was so tender
though it wasn't always mellow
and september is not always
kind

but i have learned
through all those septembers
that when october comes
blowing leaves into corners
where they get stuck
in the cobwebs
on the shelves
of the mind
there will always be
a fall
and i will always
catch myself

remembering with kindness
the septembers that fell apart
and drifted away
with the falling leaves

SingularNYCFemme · 09-18-2012, 07:22 PM

The child of city streets
forever dreaming of forests
woodlands and worn paths
the Queen Anne's Lace on the side
of summer camp roads

Ferns
all those frowsy blowsy leaves
bowing beside the paths we walked
that's where I was spoiled most
in the glens and secret walkways
of childhood summers far from concrete

I adopted a rock once
not far from the tent in which
I slept covered in cool breezes
a special rock requiring just
a slip of a climb

My thinking rock
the summer I turned 13
the summer of my adoration
of a counselor
Lynnea
who taught me massage
and ran away in the middle of the summer
with some stupid boyfriend

Just before she left
she came to me and swore me
to secrecy
and then gave me a massage
a backrub
and I adored her even more
crying when she left because I knew
she was truly gone

My rock was my solace
my solitude
just 20 feet beyond my tent
at the edge of camp
and on hikes there were
Queen Anne's Lace
Black Eyed Susans
and thousands and thousands
of ferns and their fronds

txdoc · 09-23-2012, 12:27 PM

She enunciates clearly my unformed thoughts
Sowing seeds of possibleness
Stroking my intellect
Gently probing my beliefs
Brushing past my horizons
She enters me
Surrounds me
Becomes me
While she listens to the lilt of my song
Creating us with voice and laughter

Velvetkitten · 05-20-2013, 12:17 PM

Scales of time tipping in my favor
balancing the before, the now and the ever
After
Mirror upon my soul looking back at me
Calling, screaming urging Awaken!
Mine answered with a resounding call for it would not
Be forsaken
Now time ceases to exist
For it is
What is, what was, what has always been and will
Forever be...
When I look into you and you look back at me

~baby~doll~ · 05-20-2013, 12:55 PM

magic
what is this sound
it twirls me around
surly it is the chant of magic
beating in my heart

tempted by a vision
time for decision
surly this sight
will be scrying all the night
it is bound to be magic

my feelings loosely bound
have me hanging above the ground
candles burn
pages turn
my heart an open book
time for me to look
now i read the words of magic
the spell is not so tragic

a drop of blood does fall
finding yet my call
what was lost is now regained
the linen blouse is blood stained
the tearing of my heart
ripping from the start
it must be magic of a different kind
which comes to call
helping me not to fall

what magic is this
which binds my hands
it alters all my plans
on cold stone alter we all at sometime lie
knowing better than to cry
oh sweet release into magic's hands
makes for me different plans

the crow caws through the night
the familiar spirit of my cat
it runs and hides like a rat
the beak will certainly bite
and this is the magic it calls me best
this witch it comes and sinks into my breast

the lavender glows my selflessness
the white for my lost innocence
the pink shines forth in love
and here i lay the sacrifice
gift i am and still i be
i do not care what others see

they might judge i walk behind
they may laugh as i kneel at her feet
they may think it is insane to relish after loves unique pain
they can call me vile and disgusting to my face
the sweet caress of love will erase
i find myself bound in magic
no i am not tragic
i am purified by my life
though i will never be a wife

this witch is me
waiting here on bended knee
i will wait so patiently
this magic is my love
it burns me from above
it fills me like a dove

i rest my head in the night
i have learned not to fight
i will awake with the suns first light
seeing the beautiful magical day

Artzy76 · 08-21-2013, 07:40 PM

Letting Go

I don't want to miss you anymore...
I don't want to feel the memories trapped in these walls.
You may not be present but your energy lurks and my name it calls.
I can still smell you in my pillow i hold onto each night.
I can almost feel your hands in my hair and holding me tight.
I want the ghost of you gone, out of my sight.
I took down your pictures, locked your gifts away with the pain.
My heart beats to your rhythm, tears they fall like rain.
Frozen by fear I sit stoic by your love stain.
I beg of you to break this spell and let me soar!
I just don't' want to miss you anymore!

05-01-2010, 10:53 AM	#1
Venus007 Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: Serene Highness ;} Relationship Status: Dreamily contemplating some outrage against conventional morality Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: Houston area Posts: 1,362 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,417 Thanked 4,749 Times in 1,139 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	Pinioned I want to be pinioned, pierced, filled, put in my place. I want to be shot through with the thick kundalini arrow. Spin my chakras baby . I want flesh and bone. Shake me until I rattle Pulled under in your tide. Turn to the big bad wolf before my eyes (my what big teeth you have) Push back my little red riding hood and lick your chops Howl with raw throat . Carnal carnivore I am predator and prey Devoured and devouring Breath to hips to breath, unbroken circle, Locked together, fiery wheels within a wheel Spinning thunder in my bed __________________ . "I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction. " Ayn Rand, Anthem "So you'll die happily for your sins. You'd rather die in guilt then live in love?" Timothy Leary

05-01-2010, 10:54 AM	#2
Venus007 Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: Serene Highness ;} Relationship Status: Dreamily contemplating some outrage against conventional morality Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: Houston area Posts: 1,362 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,417 Thanked 4,749 Times in 1,139 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	My lover is a leopard pelted goddess My lover is a leopard pelted goddess, A ripe fruit that must be eaten in the bathtub; Nectar flowing down Chin and hands. In the basin of her hips I press my lips to the fire, My tongue to the work of the flames And am consumed as I knew I would be. This is my holy heart of fire This is my sacred gift. __________________ . "I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction. " Ayn Rand, Anthem "So you'll die happily for your sins. You'd rather die in guilt then live in love?" Timothy Leary

09-28-2010, 11:58 PM	#3
I'mOneToo Member How Do You Identify?: Human Preferred Pronoun?: left of right Relationship Status: right of left Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: ]centered[ Posts: 321 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 587 Thanked 513 Times in 184 Posts Rep Power: 2132875	on a bar stool six feet tall gorgeous tendrils of curly blonde hair i ran my hand through it caught it in the back, entwined it in my fingers held it pulled it slowly our lips so close i moved to her ear whispered my suggestion "yes" was her answer "first..." ah, negotiation... "i need to..." what, what? in her timidity she bit my neck i disengaged to ask "what do you need?" she licked my earlobe gently and whispered her request, "i need to see your ID." baby butch. diaper dyke. barely 21, yes, I showed her proof. a year later we laughed about that at our anniversary dinner when we celebrated our one-night stand that held up through 12 months of silly string and delusions that made up our "R"elationship we exchanged rings called ourselves married enjoyed all the trappings therein and were thus... trapped. many years later when history repeated itself i tried to remember that kind of september when life was so tender though it wasn't always mellow and september is not always kind but i have learned through all those septembers that when october comes blowing leaves into corners where they get stuck in the cobwebs on the shelves of the mind there will always be a fall and i will always catch myself remembering with kindness the septembers that fell apart and drifted away with the falling leaves

05-08-2011, 12:54 AM	#4
Venus007 Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: Serene Highness ;} Relationship Status: Dreamily contemplating some outrage against conventional morality Join Date: Mar 2010 Location: Houston area Posts: 1,362 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,417 Thanked 4,749 Times in 1,139 Posts Rep Power: 21474853	Written in 2002 Turned away from the summit, I camp among your foothills and recall the days when I took for granted I would always be able to walk the shining path, through the clouds to your secret garden. I wait for the storms to clear and the way to open. I watch others born down from the heights unable to even rest in the shadow of the mountain. I wonder if they found the precious things I left there. The sun flashes off the peak and I am Ulysses lashed to my tent pole listening to the song of the sirens. They beckon me to climb, to force my way up. To face the icy winter storms and snowy billowing avalanche; to be hurtled down the mountain, broken, and cast out from even the comfort of the foothills because the mountain does not will it. There is beauty here, on these lower rises, on these fertile hills. I watch the intrepid adventurers parade by; packs earnestly strapped on, scoffing at this small tent on the mountainside, confusing patience with weakness. I have seen their bones pile up over the years. All that is left of them is the plastic they leave behind and the damage from their fires. They are lured by the peak, like a junkie to a needle, like a moth to a candle, like I am though I endure. __________________ . "I need no warrant for being, and no word of sanction upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction. " Ayn Rand, Anthem "So you'll die happily for your sins. You'd rather die in guilt then live in love?" Timothy Leary

06-01-2011, 01:07 AM	#6
T4Texas Member How Do You Identify?: Butch Relationship Status: Ready to play again! Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: Texas Posts: 233 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 436 Thanked 647 Times in 167 Posts Rep Power: 6739721	Letting go there are times when life will give us the hardest things to do when we have to try to forget what was at one time me and you the changes that come to pass are sometimes harder than you know and its never all that easy to be letting go. if only love could carry us through all those things if it would just rise up and take us on its wings perhaps we'd never have the pain or the loss that seems to grow and we'd never have to suffer through the ordeal of letting go. If I could have done things different or said a word or two just any little thing at all that might have inspired you I certainly would have given it just so that you would know that I never wanted to be the one that would have to be letting go. I always will remember the times that we both shared and I'll never forget the times that you tried so hard to care but now I must be on my way to the future, whatever it holds and I hope some day you will understand how much I hated letting go. 4/17/11 __________________ Chivalry is when you meet a woman you would rather die for, than live with.

05-31-2011, 10:08 PM	#5
Mr Nice Guy Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Kind, sweet, loving, romantic and a rare Butch. :) Relationship Status: I don't drive a Uhaul. :) Join Date: May 2011 Location: Another New Englander Posts: 1,768 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,035 Thanked 4,894 Times in 1,307 Posts Rep Power: 0	Your glaring eyes tell me what you think.<<disallowed word>> Your vicious in your thoughts.<<disallowed word>> I know you don't like me.<<disallowed word>> Why?<<disallowed word>> Is it because I'm gay? Or is it because I'm butch?<<disallowed word>> Well guess what? I don't care! I was put in this world just like you so take the target you put on my back and shove it! I don't need your crap or your ideals of what life should be.<<disallowed word>> I don't need your labels either cause I have my own.<<disallowed word>> You must not live by my code of conduct because I believe we all should be free to be ourselves.<<disallowed word>> You have a way with words and I wouldn't call it fluff.<<disallowed word>> I shouldn't waste my time fighting your bigotry. I will be the big person and walk away and leave you with your mouth hung opened and a yellow stripe on your back.<<disallowed word>>

06-01-2011, 04:13 AM	#7
Mr Nice Guy Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Kind, sweet, loving, romantic and a rare Butch. :) Relationship Status: I don't drive a Uhaul. :) Join Date: May 2011 Location: Another New Englander Posts: 1,768 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,035 Thanked 4,894 Times in 1,307 Posts Rep Power: 0	The tears I cry today are for memories of yesterday. Seeing you again makes it all new. I thought that after all theses years I would be over you. I guess I'm not and this shocks me to the core. You wave goodbye and I stand there and watch my feelings walk out the door. God please help me, please take away this pain. Make me see that once was yesterday is not today. You can't hang on when there's no rope to hold. Just walk with your face held high and heart full of hope. Someday your soulmate will come and take your heart away. Today or tomorrow but never yesterday. This poem was inspired by the threads I read.

09-18-2012, 07:22 PM	#9
SingularNYCFemme Member How Do You Identify?: Femme princess Preferred Pronoun?: She Relationship Status: Okay. All right. Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: New York, NY Posts: 216 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 535 Thanked 845 Times in 197 Posts Rep Power: 8493568	The child of city streets forever dreaming of forests woodlands and worn paths the Queen Anne's Lace on the side of summer camp roads Ferns all those frowsy blowsy leaves bowing beside the paths we walked that's where I was spoiled most in the glens and secret walkways of childhood summers far from concrete I adopted a rock once not far from the tent in which I slept covered in cool breezes a special rock requiring just a slip of a climb My thinking rock the summer I turned 13 the summer of my adoration of a counselor Lynnea who taught me massage and ran away in the middle of the summer with some stupid boyfriend Just before she left she came to me and swore me to secrecy and then gave me a massage a backrub and I adored her even more crying when she left because I knew she was truly gone My rock was my solace my solitude just 20 feet beyond my tent at the edge of camp and on hikes there were Queen Anne's Lace Black Eyed Susans and thousands and thousands of ferns and their fronds __________________ ~Find your soul and dance with it~

09-23-2012, 12:27 PM	#10
txdoc Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: She, Her Relationship Status: Wrangled Join Date: Sep 2012 Location: TX Posts: 333 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 703 Thanked 684 Times in 189 Posts Rep Power: 0	Before I Sleep She enunciates clearly my unformed thoughts Sowing seeds of possibleness Stroking my intellect Gently probing my beliefs Brushing past my horizons She enters me Surrounds me Becomes me While she listens to the lilt of my song Creating us with voice and laughter

05-20-2013, 12:17 PM	#11
Velvetkitten Timed Out How Do You Identify?: Bratty Daddys girl Preferred Pronoun?: Baby Girl,Girl, friend Relationship Status: My soul is torn leave be Join Date: Sep 2010 Location: Boston Posts: 217 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 303 Thanked 350 Times in 100 Posts Rep Power: 0	Scales of time tipping in my favor balancing the before, the now and the ever After Mirror upon my soul looking back at me Calling, screaming urging Awaken! Mine answered with a resounding call for it would not Be forsaken Now time ceases to exist For it is What is, what was, what has always been and will Forever be... When I look into you and you look back at me

05-20-2013, 12:55 PM	#12
~baby~doll~ Member How Do You Identify?: femme-bottom, lesbian, queer Preferred Pronoun?: feminine ones Relationship Status: Leather polyamorous family Join Date: Apr 2013 Location: with HER Posts: 1,110 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,494 Thanked 2,857 Times in 905 Posts Rep Power: 21474850	magic what is this sound it twirls me around surly it is the chant of magic beating in my heart tempted by a vision time for decision surly this sight will be scrying all the night it is bound to be magic my feelings loosely bound have me hanging above the ground candles burn pages turn my heart an open book time for me to look now i read the words of magic the spell is not so tragic a drop of blood does fall finding yet my call what was lost is now regained the linen blouse is blood stained the tearing of my heart ripping from the start it must be magic of a different kind which comes to call helping me not to fall what magic is this which binds my hands it alters all my plans on cold stone alter we all at sometime lie knowing better than to cry oh sweet release into magic's hands makes for me different plans the crow caws through the night the familiar spirit of my cat it runs and hides like a rat the beak will certainly bite and this is the magic it calls me best this witch it comes and sinks into my breast the lavender glows my selflessness the white for my lost innocence the pink shines forth in love and here i lay the sacrifice gift i am and still i be i do not care what others see they might judge i walk behind they may laugh as i kneel at her feet they may think it is insane to relish after loves unique pain they can call me vile and disgusting to my face the sweet caress of love will erase i find myself bound in magic no i am not tragic i am purified by my life though i will never be a wife this witch is me waiting here on bended knee i will wait so patiently this magic is my love it burns me from above it fills me like a dove i rest my head in the night i have learned not to fight i will awake with the suns first light seeing the beautiful magical day __________________ i will wait to love You. i will wait another day For You i'd leave all this behind. i will wait for you tonight. iwill waste another dream on You Always run to You. Uh Huh Her

08-21-2013, 07:40 PM	#13
Artzy76 Junior Member How Do You Identify?: Femme Preferred Pronoun?: The Girlie kinds :) Relationship Status: Singular Join Date: Sep 2012 Location: California Posts: 46 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 237 Thanked 227 Times in 42 Posts Rep Power: 2426739	Letting Go I don't want to miss you anymore... I don't want to feel the memories trapped in these walls. You may not be present but your energy lurks and my name it calls. I can still smell you in my pillow i hold onto each night. I can almost feel your hands in my hair and holding me tight. I want the ghost of you gone, out of my sight. I took down your pictures, locked your gifts away with the pain. My heart beats to your rhythm, tears they fall like rain. Frozen by fear I sit stoic by your love stain. I beg of you to break this spell and let me soar! I just don't' want to miss you anymore!