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Tuesday 14 October 2014

My night whisphers.

I do not think of myself as a poet but rather just a pool of well managed emotions and words. This piece here is about liberation. The picture in my head when writing it is was a girl in a web. Most of my poems are about feminism and I am a sadist. this is because sadness is the one thing that can not be faked.

NIGHT WHISPERS.

Turn off the lights,
and turn me on,
i do not want you to look at me,
i want you to see through me,
i do not want to get naked,
i want to bare my soul,
i do not want you to hold me,
i want you to face my fears.

Turn off the lights,
and turn me on,
do not make love to my body,
but penetrate my core,
do not caress my curves,
embrace my scars,
breathe not into my ears sexy dreams,
but hope of idealism.
make  me wet by your care,
and rock me with orgasms of real beauty,
let the darkness around us,
reveal the light in us.

turn off the lights,
and turn me on,
let me be your cinderella, your ballerina,
paint me in your image full of bliss,
let me  be the rerflection,
of your faultless,flawless completion.
baby touch me,
and feel my fears,
kiss me,
and taste my pains.

turn off the lights,
and turn me on,
forget everything else,
and turn on me,
set the spotlight on me,
meet my imperfections  with precision,
draw my weaknesses curtains
and let me free,
make the night perfect,
with the stars of our souls,
that two can be made whole,
let the scars mark our journey,
the redemption of the beautifully broken.


Everyone has their story, the strive for completion and utter perfection. As Beyonce says,"the soul doesn't need a surgery".






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