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This Song Always Makes Me Cry
Friday, May 25, 2018
This song, especially the John Cale version always makes me cry.Embrace you emotions.


Now I've heard there was a secret chord

That David played, and it pleased the Lord

But you don't really care for music, do you?

It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth

The minor fall, the major lift

The baffled king composing "Hallelujah"

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

[Verse 2]

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

She tied you to a kitchen chair

She broke your throne and she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah


Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

[Verse 3]

Baby I have been here before

I know this room, I've walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah


Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

[Verse 4]

There was a time you let me know

What's really going on below

But now you never show it to me, do you?

And remember when I moved in you

The holy dove was moving too

And every breath we drew was Hallelujah


Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

[Verse 5]

You say I took the name in vain

I don't even know the name

But if I did, well really, what's it to you?

There's a blaze of light in every word

It doesn't matter which you heard

The holy or the broken Hallelujah


Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

[Verse 6]

Maybe there's a God above

But all I've ever learned from love

Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you

And it's not a cry that you hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah


Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

[Verse 7]

I did my best, it wasn't much

I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch

I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

And even though it all went wrong

I'll stand before the Lord of Song

With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah


Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah


Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

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Why Do You Sleep In His Bed?
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Why Do You Sleep In His Bed?

You left hours ago. Yet your spirit haunts me still 
I see you in the outline on the bed and hear the echoes of your passion
But tonight you sleep in his arms, As you always have for too many years

The first time we met alone we spent it sitting on the couch.
I held you in my arms for hours and comforted you with my words
You cried and told me of your pain and how much he hurt you 

The second time we met I sought no sexual release
The pleasures of that day were solely meant for you
A balm to heal your soul, letting you know how it could really be

To him you are a broken toy sitting idle on the shelf
But if you beg him long enough and play the slut real hard
He may stick a finger in you but will never let you cum

One night you sucked him into your thought he had to like that.
He blamed you when he couldn't get hard, called you a cow no one will ever want. Those words hurt more than that other woman's taste fresh on his dick

He says he doesn't care about sex anymore, especially with a sow like you, he told you. When you tell him of your desires and the passion that still burns within
He acts offended, calls you whore and how he's ashamed he married such a slut

You told me of the time he brought friends home, his drunk and stumbling crew
Then he helped them hold you down as he laughed and urged them on
While all but him fucked you raw as payment for his gambling debts

A hour ago the room echoed as our passions roared and sizzled
You moaned and writhed a dance of joy, you thought you'd forgotten how
And yet that small part of your passion unleashed nearly consumed me whole

You say your life cannot change, that you can never leave
You say you still love him always and want to be his alone
You say you know you can win him back if you only try hard enough
You say he's been good to you in so many other ways 

He gives you house and home and there are the children too
You can't leave all of that behind. People would never understand
And he even says he doesn't care what you do as long as it's discrete

He only asks he not be held up to ridicule or embarrassment
He tells you that it's for the children and the family's sake
For some reason you believe him, despite all the lies and pain

If he'd stood here and heard your screams and saw you claw my back
Do you reall think he would still not care and ignore it all?  

I want you here with me tonight...all night. I want you in my bed.
I want you in my arms again and in the morning, too.. I want to make it all so right
You know its what you really want, too. 

Call me now and I'll come for you. 
Together we'll liberate your soul and
In my arms you'll sleep tonight

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Watching You
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Lie There and Let Me Watch You

There is just something about your body that drives me crazy…
It’s not about the size, height, or weight or the skin tone of your
Body, those things I don’t get caught up in what you may see as a flaw
In your body…

I appreciate your body just the way it is…
It’s your soul from your heart that captures my emotions every time…
I love how your body gets excited every time I come around…
A spoken word from me, and it seems like your body looses all self-control…
So much that drives me over the edge…

Lie there and let me watch you…
As you slowly undress yourself for me…
Show me exactly what you want my mind to explore in your body
For me to behold…
As the softness of your breast spill forth…

Lie there and let me watch you…

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Encounter With An Ancient Soul
Wednesday, May 23, 2018

An Ancient Soul
He writes poetry with his tongue.
Like sonnets from a veteran pen - it moves fluidly to create emotion.
With it, he recites the love ballads of ages past.
He swirls the tip to elicit sounds of passion.
He laps at hungry places in her soul,
Then adds proper punctuation as he sucks away longing and need.
His tongue speaks without using earthly words.
It penetrates forbidden recesses and brings tired flesh to life.
Relentlessly it writes - never slowing or losing interest - burning a pattern of desire that explodes in waves of passion 

Poetry ripples from his tongue. 
Sonnets from a veteran lover
Full of meter. Pulsing with rhyme 
The songbook of an ancient soul
Stroking love dances as old as time

Swirling to the sounds of pleasure
Teasing that flower to blossom
Punctuation that build more desire 
Speaking no earthly words
Caressing  passions that never tire

Penetrating intimate recesses
Tongue scribing only to satisfy
Delicate places pulse with power
Teasing delicate nectar of love
Yearning flesh is now in full flower

Words of love are all that's heard

Speaking without earthly words
He scribes in that universal language
Bringing voice to intimate recesses
Coaxing Eager flesh blossoming to flower
Eternally he scribes needing only to satisfy

Penetrating intimate recesses and bringing yearning flesh to flower
Relentlessly he writes, driven by his soul to satisfy
He never loses interest 

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I Want to Seduce Your Mind
Tuesday, May 22, 2018

You don’t just turn my body on, you turn my mind on too.
How is it possible to want a person so much?
To be able to crave something…or to crave someone as such?

Our eyes haven’t even met…
I even find myself with sensual thoughts of you…
Of a connection so raw that never appeared so true…

How I wish to finally feel your lips against mine
How I wish to be able to fast-forward time…
How I wish to feel your body heat…

To hear the sound of your heart beat.against my chest
Distance means so little and you mean so much.
Talk to me, tell me, share the beauty that is you

I revel in the passion of your words
It's your mind I want to seduce
Please let me in, I read the beauty in your life.

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