Tag Archives: Reflections

Guilty Pleasures

Waking up in
cold sweats,
dreams about past love.

Lying here
deeply mesmerized;

possessed by
reoccurring thoughts,

love making
excluding faults.

Sensual feelings
erupt
from my sex-driven mind.

A chilled spine and moist sheets…

What is this?

Alone here with no companion,
I’m bugging again.

Modeling this
new lingerie with
only
my reflection as an audience.

Fraudulently denying my
need for
sexual pleasure.

Am I less of a woman if I oblige?

My Guilty Pleasures

– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://impressioniartistiche.blogspot.com/2011/08/drew-darcy.html

Timeless Love

Staring out the window at a silent sky,
a salmon tinged moon and a whispering tide.
As it caresses the sand covering the bleach floor,
it charms the night, building shadows on the shore.

Reflections unmoored, thoughts travel a bit,
to a season in time when I once was content.
Reliving love and its many looming possibilities,
taking chances on you while giving all of me.

Tampered weak emotions ignite fresh rhapsody,
masking muted bliss, my past love miseries.
Times when you were my world and I was your love,
a story book type of love, a 1950s movie type of love.

Our hearts were ingrained, none short of supply,
we belonged together as stars befitting the sky.
Soft hands and gentle lips, our hearts once ceded,
bearing silent confessions of our innermost secrets.

Kisses so strong, though massaged my deepest wounds,
while I’d coddle your tattered heart, freeing love to resume.
Moments cloning many lifetimes of unquestionable bliss,
I’d die in those moments than live 1000 years apart your kiss.

Timeless Love

– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://www.desktopexchange.net/beach-pictures/beach-sunset-wallpapers/

Endangered Emotions

Oh to say I love you
No shame within a lie as this
Antique words of collapsing value
Suchlike promises has been falsified
We recite with no ardor, no meaning
A forced response to spare the integrity of both
Warping its immortality to our
breached expectations
What a tragedy?
To utterly express beauty with a passion deficit
Love is used like a nameless whore
Traded for the likes of detoured morals
We cheat love and cash it in for pleasure
Redeeming it for personal uplifting
Oh, love…
What has become of you?
Abolished by those whom you give life
We have disgraced you, love!
Selfish as we are, gaining all the credit
By no means do we pause for reflections
Will we ever kindle love?
– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://imgarcade.com/1/dead-rose-flower/