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UnicornLightining
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Metro: Portland
Birthday: 2/1/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: The Eldarly, BOOKS, fanticy, Dragon Lance, D&D, Amtgard, sewing, coffe places, yoga, Reiki, Kali, Poetry, A Song of Fire and Ice
Expertise: Soon to be Student at Clakumus Community College!
Occupation: Student
Industry: Medical
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Yahoo:  unicornlightining
Member Since:
3/8/2005
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Death never gets easy
She is merciless
But she herself is never cruel
Death is always with us
Keeping as company
Watching over us
She is always patient
Death loves surprises
There are those for whom
Death is longed after
She is a friend,
whose visit is long over due
Her tender caress
The gental release
Is dreamed of endlessly
Because life is pain
And Death is beyond
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| I want to hurtI thought I knew what desire was
What it is to need to want
I believed that I had felt the fire
How wrong I was
Those things which came before
The stirring of want others brought
Are small and shallow
Nothing to this surging need
You stroke my arm and side
Fingers straying to my breast
It is hard to catch my breath
My checks blush
Teeth bite down on my lips
Your lips are so soft
Pressing on mine longingly
Painfully sexy kisses
Your hands stray again
My hands are wound in your hair
I am moaning around your tongue
Your hands send shivers through me
In but a few stolen moments
I am ready to melt
My mind cannot comprehend
I do not try to understand
I want your mouth
Bite me again and again
Leave behind marks
Sign posts of desire
Shyly we pull back
What have you awaken in me?
There is a hunger here
I want to hurt
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| <3 I want to feel you, the warmth of your body pressed up against me. I want to yield to the soft demand of your hands. I want to lay down my burdens and worry only about where to kiss you next. My eyes hunger to rove over your beloved features. The smell of you reminds me of passion filled nights I have only dreamed. The salt of your skin teases my tongue as she imagines other tantalizing tastes. My hands temple as they run up and down your back, your breath in my ear begging them not to stop. I know I must resist, but how long can this longing continue. I feel the need for you down in my hips. Your shy hands brushing my breast only make it scream all the loader and sweeter. Desire wells up in me in a wonderfully painful wetness. How long can this go on? Are you wondering the same things as I am? Do I awaken the same beast in your senses as you in mine?
Your innocence taunts me. I admire that, which you are, and I want to take it, I want to break it. But your presence reminds my heart of a time when she was not so forward or lustful. I yearn to take my testing hands lower, but find that I feel as I did years ago. Touching you is like touching for the first time. It is almost as if you erase the past for a time, setting all that aside. I try to resist your voice, but I cannot hold up defenses to you. I am disarmed and helpless, loving every moment, every stroke of your thumb on my arm.
Every fiber of me is in anticipation. I am waiting like a thoroughbred race horse or a grey hound at the starting lines. I am waiting for the gun to fire and set me free. How am I to resist when I can feel you yearning too? And yet it must be, it is my lot. I only hope that I am strong enough, that my past trails have readied me for this sensual battle. For now I will content myself with the pressure of your hand on mine, and your breath on my face.
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| SilentlyHow can I discover
what is laying deep down
inside your heart?
If I ask you, the answer
is not sure to be true.
Silently, I believe that
not even you
know what it is
that smolders within
your heart.
Who am I to you?
Just some girl.
A buddy you look down at.
No, I could be more.
But how to be sure?
How do I know what lays
behind your eyes?
I am left to wonder.
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| WantDesire fills me completely
Deep down in my toes
I feel the fullness that is want
My lips long for the delighting touch
Of skin beneath them
My tongue speaks silent prays
Begging to taste the salt of another’s skin
Hands cry out to hold and be held
These arms feel so completely empty
Uselessly hanging at my sides
But most of all my heart
She screams and moans
Desperate to give, to unburden herself
To give her love to someone
Mostly just desperate to fight off
The feeling of empty loneliness
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