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The End
The End
My ending is near
My time is almost done,
yet they still run
I tried to get them to see
and understand but they
have closed their ears and
eyes
All they will have left will
be goodbyes
It’s not my choice that I
must go
Those that choose, they are the
ones that know
The higher one that is greater
and mightier than I, will cause a
tear to roll down an eye
To feel that one’s time is
near, I do not fear
Because those that I hold
close but have since been
gone, I will be near
March 18th, 2010
Denise Haskell©
Posted in My Poetry
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My Heart
My Heart
Today I removed my heart and held
it ever so gently within the palm
of my hand
I come to smell it and its fragrance
was that of sorrow
I tasted it and it tasted bitter with
pain
I looked at it with such tenderness
For my heart and I have a history
and no one has no clue the extent
I will go to protect you (my heart)
March 5th, 2010
Denise Haskell©
Posted in My Poetry
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To You That Is My Maker
To You That Is My Maker
To the being or beings that is and are higher then I
I am but a woman who has many battle wounds that cannot
be seen.
I have crossed many bridges and have burned a few
but when the day is done I am still a woman left empty and
without a friend.
I ask of thee to send me a man that has the
patience of a saint and the understanding of
someone wise.
Send me a man that has no agenda but to be a
friend first and for most
Then let us him and I grow from the friendship into
something serious, strong and stable.
I know I have been on this road many times and still I search.
You have given me a heart that has the ability to love over
and over again but love returned to me has only been far
and few in between.
This time send me a man that can love and wants to love again.
Denise Haskell©
February 6th, 2010
Posted in Reflection
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You and I
You and I
Soft
music playing in the background, the room is lit solely with candles. You take
my hand and pull me close to you. You feel the warmth of my body against yours.
Slowly you remove my clothing bit by bit. I feel your hands caressing me.
Sliding up and down my naked skin causing, it to tingle. My pulse increases as
your hand slowly makes its way down towards my womanhood. I feel your fingers
as they search. I shudder as a finger slowly grazes across my womanhood causing
my body to tremble. I feel the warmth of your breath on the back of my neck as
you leave a trail of kisses. My breathing quickens as you massage every part of
me. You hand strokes my breast, gently pulling on the bud, teasing it and
making it firm. Your hand slides up and down causing little waves of pleasure
to wash over me. I feel the other hand roll over the firm bud of my breast
causing a tremble down the length of me. I start to feel pleasure build and
moans escape from my lips. Your hand reaches the back of my head entwining your
fingers into my hair. You pull me toward you, bringing my lips to yours and we
kiss, our tongues exploring. You slowly pull me tight to you and I feel your
manhood that’s erect. I begin to stroke and taste you. We are both ready for
the ultimate moment. I guide you into me. We are one in motion. Our pace
quickens and the thrusts become deep and hard. You loving me and I am loving
you. We reach the peak, holding each while we sleep.
By Denise
Haskell©
Posted in Life
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Just Another Love Story
Just Another
Love Story
Where
are you? She looks for him here, she looks for him there. She seeks him when
awake, she seeks him while asleep. She longs to here his voice as he says her
name. The way he would kiss the tip of her nose or nuzzle his face into the
crook of her neck as her hair rests against his head as he breaths in the scent
of her. She remembers how he would gently suckle her lips into his mouth as he
searches further deeply within the sweet wetness of their kiss. Oh, how she
misses how he would reach out for her with the fire of longing in his eyes that
only saw her and only her. She yearns to be held within the blanket of his arms
that warms her heart.
Then she remembers, it’s just another love story.
By Denise Haskell©
Posted in Poem
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