Reflections From My Fingertips

I'm looking for lights, lights that know they are lit.
Lights that don't mind shining and shining bright.

I'm looking for lights that can shine through fog, dark clouds and dark nights.
Lights that lite pathways, Lights that illuminate souls.

I'm looking for lights, lights that are not dim, that don't seek to hid under a bush
Lights that can stand on a street corner and not be ashamed to stand alone

I'm looking for lights that you don't need to warm up; they're always on

I'm looking for a light, that banded with others understands it is no brighter than others, no less, but equal.
Lights that LED and not halogen, they don't burn when you touch them
They don't come with warnings that they may over heat

I'm looking for lights that can bend but don't break,
Lights that can be seen from a mile away,

I'm looking for a few good lights that don't need a back up generator,
Solar powered from the Son from above.

I'm looking for lights, they don't all have to be the same
Big ones small ones, it does not matter just lights that do the job

I'm looking for lights it does not matter their color, nor their stature
Just a light you see,

Can you help me find a light?
Will you help me find a light?
Can you help me find a light?
Will you help me find a light?

Am I asking for too much?
Are my requests unreasonable.
No, they're out there, I know they are.
Maybe because it is day-I can't see them.
I just want to find a light.

12/1/10

When I heard your name my whole body quivered
In charge and in demand
I love you the way you held me in your hands.

I remember the first time I met you
Serene and mean
Glare of your eyes
Quiver of your lip
Oh how I wished it was I you were with
Your mystery enticed me
Always leaving me with more
It was if you knew it was the chase - not the prize
Lace on your thighs
Kiss from above
I knew then I was in love.

I wanted you to be the sun
Illuminate me with your moon
I wanted you to be the ying in my yang
Frost on my flakes
mmmmmmm your sweet taste.
I wanted you to be the twinkle in my star
Don't you see I love you for who you are.

Pleasantly surprised
Evermore intrigued
the smile of your face
Yes your warm embrace

Strikingly sophisticated
Confident not conceded
Powerful yet peaceful
I could hardly believe it

Dawn to dust
The evening dew settled on you
Standing in the door way screaming your name
Darling come home
Street lights are on


Cry with me
Fight with me
Be mad with me
upset with me
Make up with me
Make love to me
Hero oh Hero
Save me indeed
There's someone in need.

Inhale slowly
exhale again

Inhale
exhale

Don’t think feel, feel it
inhale
don’t think feel,
forget about the movies in your mind

Focus on the energy
don’t think feel it
feel me
feel us
inhale
exhale
inhale
exhale

Contracting
expanding expanding
adrenaline
anger
fear
control
resentment

Endorphins

Truth

Love

Honor

Respect

One takes
the other gives

One consumes
the other provides


by: Anonymous

The NPHC @ Texas A&M University present StompFest 2010

Yes, the art of sensuality is indeed the foundation of virginity and relations.
However, what happens when sensuality is found within an inopportune situation?
What happens when that sensuality is found within the arms of the restricted and upon the lips of the prohibited?
What do you do when you’ve found that the one who makes your body sing, mind explode and heart fulfill is involved with another.
Now this is not to say that I was previously unaware of this affiliation, yet I was unaware that amidst the flirtatious friendship would arise one that could take me to more sensually satisfying and intense heights.

Yes, one that could make all others from my past unequivocally irrelevant on even the minute of levels. Nevertheless, how I arrived at this point is in essence unimportant, but the question remains to where do I go from here?
How do I walk away from the strength of those arms that could even hold my heavily burdened spirit, or the maneuvers of those hands that could smooth even the most rigid and broken pieces of my flesh, or even the heat of that body that warmed the deepest and most exclusive crevices of my heart.
Oh, how do I leave such a lively sense of sensuality no matter how unspeakable and forbidden?

But alas if I stay, how should I feel?
Should I feel shameful that the taste of those kisses quince the most savage of my bodily thirsts?
Or maybe I should feel burdened that the slightest touch from that body even now still lingers upon my skin?
Or perhaps it is the feeling of distress I should assume for the softest sound of that breath upon my skin sends my heart into dream and my mind into a frenzy?

And while we only share sensual satisfactions, I’ve found that my body yearns for nothing more.
But despite feeling deeply afflicted for their companion and slightly criminal from my actions, I still cannot find it easy to leave behind the sweetest of kisses, warmest of embraces and guiltiest of pleasures.

So do I go and leave behind the sensually explosive....or stay and indulge in fruits grown from the forbidden?