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His Words
He came to her one night speaking softly ... seductively almost in a whisper he said I will ruin you..
From that moment on she was in a constant state .. not knowing these strange feelings of intrigue..
Was it his quick wit..and lofty laughter or his one seducing word at a time that played havoc with her mind...
It was as though she was overlooking the cliff knowing ...that with the next word she would be over the edge
He felt it as well...he knew she was almost there.. Not giving up...he had made his goal it was to ruin her...
A man with a hidden passion waiting to set fire to a soul... he chose hers and enabled her to feel... and watched as she stepped off the edge..
He knowingly smiled for he knew it was only a matter of time and he stood with arms open to catch this ruined one... as she floated to him..
©1999 Myst E-mail Myst at Mystkissed@aol.com

You are my Seasons
It was the winter of my soul when we met I was buried under the cold....I saw you there you smiled and laughed....showed kindness and in doing so....the cold night turned to warmth
In the spring we laughed and played you were the sun that awakened the hiding heart and deep within came love that when felt... the rose began to bloom
It was the summer of your love that danced and sang and was there for the world to see....to envy It shone upon me like the moon upon the darkness and I saw the stars play hide and seek within my reach
Now in the autumn of our being I feel the bursting of colors within me creating a glow upon my soul that will outshine the brightest sunrises....the most colorful sunsets
I enjoy our times together...the seasons of our love my time is a treasure when spent with you the seasons change.....the love remains...
©1999 Myst E-mail Myst at Mystkissed@aol.com

Still and Dark
Long nights....still and dark.. alone...I wept for your return to my being there was no comfort to be found no music to be heard... no smiles to be seen
only my past memories... were there and I was alone....in the long .. still dark....night
©1999 Myst E-mail Myst at Mystkissed@aol.com

Star Seekers
We are the light in the darkness the one at the end of the tunnel the brightest star in the sky
Look up in the night sky we are there....just beyond the moon.. do you see..?
We take each other there.. where in our hearts we shall be where we can meet and dream of love it isn't too far for us to go...in our minds
The trip there is the pleasure the laughter....the sighs... are our stops along the way...
Do you feel it...the closeness... in this vast darkness out here... do you feel the loneliness slip away?
This is the star seekers journey.. looking for the place to hide within ourselves and finding each other along the way... this is who we are...
©1999 Myst E-mail Myst at Mystkissed@aol.com

Chance Dreams
Come walk with me on a moonlight night and once again taste the desires of youth open your heart let me peek inside
Feel the warmth of anothers soul as you break the wall that surrounds it hold close the moment of tenderness for it may be long in coming again
Let go of the hidden hurt smiling at the chance of dreams upon a moonlight walk and yearn once again
©1999 Myst E-mail Myst at Mystkissed@aol.com

She Thought
There once was a time when she only existed for others and their needs this was enough she thought..
It was her plan to make others comfortable to make their life simple this was her life she thought..
She was happy and like all others she knew her life was complete she was fulfilled she thought
Then one night a stranger entered her life he was interesting...witty...kind.. this was just like other nights.. she thought
After months of talking, sharing.. and even loving.. the nights began being shorter as the days grew longer their time was so limited she thought
She now realized what she had missed a love so open..so sweet...so giving..but, she had completed her allotment of love.. she thought
Would she be able to be strong to be brave and chance to lose all she had known by knowing him..she must be a fool she thought
But, he...in his loving ways his easy sweet words to her.. explained that love is hers and she does have this right for love and in her mind...she knew he was right she thought
And months went by plans were made and with anticipating moments..day after day and sweet sweet words he said to her... if the time..did not soon arrive.. she would simply..quietly...go insane.. she thought
©1999 Myst E-mail Myst at Mystkissed@aol.com

even buried under the drunken sandy beach, a heart can still breath
the rolling tide pumping for a heart, she approaches on the wings of the white-capped surf. square-jawed beauty with mocking bird attitude. pleasantly young and outrageous building her hips closer, softer, wider, all the way to the crest of me. symphonic waves blast a melodramatic tune hushing the sand and applauding the moon, the two of us, the blackened blue, and the promise of nothing coming to be. the promise is omnipresent. i can feel the void stitch the muscled, pumping heart, burn the acid stomach, pierce the drumming ears, and cripple the fumbling fingers that reach for her figure, or the figure's shadow or even a passing glance from the sockets of such a fantastic creature. our sockets locked, mouths moved, arms wrapped, and my eyes grew so tired; tired and weak from imbibing her brilliantly stroked face. my tired eyes made the move and the marvelous mind made the catch. i left my eyes to look inward. they gaze with pleasure at her, as my mouth grins, and my ribs open, welcoming her back again and again.
©1999Andrew Jones E-mail Mr. Jones at NobodysFav@aol.com

kissing lessons
you take me back to that locked door with a single argument. a door that symbolized much of my youth, a rule of the house broken.
i become her again, the scarred scared little girl. i become her. she becomes me. somehow, neither of us understand the difference.
she is the one fighting this battle with you.
she begins to cry and tries, tries to hold together the fragments and words she cannot speak. mouth gaping wide open, explanations are unavailable.
you assume you know this woman, this girl. you assume you know the difference.
this is where i learned to kiss, how to tickle a boy's back with the tips of my fingers. this is where i learned to pretend, to love. this is how i learned.
©1999 Amy Scarff E-mail Ms. Scarf at aimala322@aol.com

Silent Tears
A cold lonely stretch of beach She sits upon a rock within the waters reach
Her long blonde hair, blowing in the breeze as her eyes, the color of the ocean look out across the water
Her tears, silently steaming down her face Her body tired of holding herself together Pretending to have such a ladies grace
Her heart no longer races, no longer thumps wildly in her chest She's lost everything, she only wants now ... to rest
The hiss of the waves crashing to shore brings a slight peacfulness over her
As she stands and walks to the waters edge Submerging her feet into surf Her toes digging deep down ....feeling life Springing to her body
Thinking to herself ...the ocean what a beautiful place to come and think
It has a powerful fury as if in a storm or it can be as gentle as a night breeze when it comes along
Breathing in the salt air She realizes, that life is still worth fighting for
The ocean is a friend to her The espansive, blue mass nurtures and heals When she thinks .... she can no longer feel
©1999 Sharon Frost Mystyf11@aol.com

River of Fears
My soul aching for what was as I dance to broken promises
My heart longing for what could be Trying to rebuild what we had
My mind living in a world of dreams Trust misplaced, my eyes burning so sad
My body filled with regret As tears of emptiness plague me
Singing songs of melancholy Holding on to waves of hope as I watch uncertainties float down a river of fears
Anxiety screaming inside me struggling for air You swear your heart is still here with me, and you're not going anywhere
My breath expelling sobs of caution Burning desire deep within Needing, pleading ... to just believe
©1999 Sharon Frost

A Window to my Heart
I awake with the dawn Oh, what a beautiful morn' A fresh ray of light, sending my heart to take flight
My heart blooming like the first rose bud of the season Knowing, that you are the reason
The sun on my face reminds me of your warm embrace The birds singing, is like a whisper on a spring breeze Carrying promises of tomorrow to my window Leaving just a gentle ruffle in the trees
A colorful butterfly landing upon my shoulder reminds me of the gentleness of your love
The salt air on my lips makes me hunger for your kiss The anticipation growing as we begin to feel this love flowing
Together, exploring what may become a love so pure and alluring
Inhaling the fresh, spring scent ...reminding me of opening a window to a new day ... a new life ... a new love
Opening my heart to you...
©1999 Sharon Frost

WHITE SATIN AND ROSE PETALS
You place me upon a bed of white satin, covered with rose petals of red Sending sweet scents to awaken our every sensation
Sipping champagne out of crystallized flutes Feeding me fruits of berries in an array of colors
Tantalizing tastes Ever slowly ...without haste As your fingers trace the outline of my face
Kissing each finger, my thoughts do linger on the desire I see in your eyes
Your gaze consumes me Quickening my breath as we make sweet love ... a love that will last until death
We awake with the dawn ...sun streaming through the window ...my soul screaming feelings of such contentment Knowing this is the way we shall waken with the birds singing, in the early hours of morning ...from this day on
©1999Sharon Frost Mystyf11@aol.com

"Life's Simple Wine"
Life's simple wine is a light shaded red, a hue that only a lover can touch In the darkest hours of nighttime bliss a deep shade of red that haunts life's fire. A bold and certain hue of such fragrance that only a lover and his love would be able To taste it's sweetness and reaffirm the truth behind the melody.
Life's simple wine is a deep white champagne, with the bubbles of brewing mist That catch the tongue and drive the sensations wild, sweetly wild. Touching and caressing the parts of a lover's well known Bringing back the madness of a peak that cannot be reached in a lover's symphony.
Life's simple wine is a golden touch of sweetness and light Whispered into a lover's ear as the harmonious tune slows and begins to repeat. A lovely sensation of warmth and the slow sensuous responding to life's simple wine, As the golden tones touch skin that flames like the fire in a lover's eyes.
Life's simple wine is a bold mixture of whites and reds and golden lovers water That makes the thirst even bolder, the hunger as clear as a stream on a summer day, Creating a narrative of sweet lovers passionate delight as they fly higher to their dreams, Slowly drifting back down to reality, only to taste the lover's wine once more.
Life's simple wine will catch you in the grip of lightning quick passion and thunder As one by one your senses fail all except the wondrous peak of sensuous touch. All taken captive by that warm light red wine, shaded darker as the night reaches her peak, In the melodic symphony that never ceases to end, life's simple wine, shaded deep red.
© 2000 Krystal Dawn Monroe (EternityTrin@aol.com)

Forbidden Dreams
A sultry summer's eve when the wind blew 'round through the house, In perfect tempo with the slow setting of the hot August sun, As the wind wafted through the steel door to the dreams I built, I sat…slowly rocking upon a cloud of the forbidden dreams I dream.
The dreams we build are taken, one by one and carefully stacked, way up high, Piece by piece, slower and slower as the tempo speeds up to the dreams we dream, In the never-ending passage of comedic life that cries to us, "You're mine." As we try and try again to stack just one more piece on our mountain, one more time.
In that sultry summer's eve turned to crisp clear night, I sit upon my chair and rock the hours away, So close to sleep and yet upon the brink of bitter madness that threatens to crash her way into my life. I sit upon this porch strewn with dreams - built like a child's toothpick project gone awry… I can't help wonder where the night goes, so cold, so fast, as I soak in dawn's promise to come, to stay.
Close to sleep, the dreams fall back again in the taunting that never stops running her course, I sleep and nod away, I dream and wish that the fresh dawn would stay, For in that morn' the promise of a dream to be realized sits alone, And I can pretend that, once again, you came back home.
I can pretend I know what happens, when you sit and stare for hours at a wall, The lies to myself stop, and I am bare - a trough that lies empty, waiting for her love. I can pretend that you came home, that sultry summer's eve night, And I can pretend I know what happened, when all I could do was cry.
He never came home, that's what they whisper in their groups, the stares and hopes and prayers Surrounding me like a barrier of sympathy and accusation in an old gossips corner, He never came home - those are the words that send the tears running down my face, And these are the words that I whisper to myself, every night before I fall asleep.
So, sitting in my chair, I rock the night away - A sultry summer's eve that won't run from me, No matter how hard I cry or how hard I try, the night still keeps her secret alone, Dreaming that he will come home to me, and I will know he didn't lie. So as the wind wafts through the steel door to the dreams I built, I sit. Slowly rocking upon a cloud of the forbidden dreams I dream.
© 2000 Krystal Dawn Monroe (EternityTrin@aol.com)

"Bleeding Me"
In this world that spawns the hate and distrust I find myself yearning. Yearning to be loved by a man who knows the word, every letter, to its fullest, Yearning to be touched by a man who knows no boundaries in passions court, Knowing what he can and will do for the woman he loves, who will compromise nothing.
I in the night find myself seething, a quiet, self-induced hate for him who cannot love, Whether by own design or no, I cannot find the chink in the armor of apathy that he wears, It spurns my fires of hate for who cannot know what he wants, and take it? I lie in my bed at night and always cry, for some man or another, in my foolishness.
Bleeding me, in a world of unknown love that I search desperately for. I grasp and cling to one man or another, not realizing that I myself am The one person that I truly need to live my life alone, Bleeding me, in a world of men who cannot help themselves.
Bleeding me I cry each night, the tears of blood and a lovers benediction That always seems to play the same sorrowful tune each and every time. Bleeding me, the apathetic hate spurns in my soul and eats away, While my heart, and O my heart, tells me what I want and cannot have.
Bleeding me, I hurt from all the open wounds in Time's ghastly game of romance, Twisting and turning to flee from the ballet of pain that comes my way, Each time my heart is dropped onto a clear glass floor and utterly shattered, Bleeding me, in a world class symphonic narrative of lovers revenge, I can only hurt.
In the course of illusions in the dark I come to my senses, Early dawn strikes the day and I am cast from the night. And bleeding me in the apathetic lovers hate I try so hard to hide, Bleeding me, here's to another day in the darkness of the lover's triangle.
© 2000 Krystal Dawn Monroe (EternityTrin@aol.com)

"Weak Soul"
Such a weak little soul, quiet and endearing to those around, Too close to the edge to know when to stop, A weak soul on the brink of breaking, a bitter disaster, Stepping off and stepping back, and indecisive, A little voice inside welcomes her back.
Such a weak little soul, smile so pretty for me now, Toss your hair and wink those big brown eyes, Cry to the world when no one is looking, A weak soul holding on and letting go…
A weak little soul, heartened and happy in her bliss While the world watches so close, and when the eye is turned, That weak little soul turns to quiet, soul torture and sadness. While the night goes on and she is normal once again…
A weak little soul, above and beyond normal, So far from a clinical definition of sane, A weak little soul, crying and yearning for normal love, She is a normal, ambivalent, weak, crazy little soul… Sane and crazy and crying, and a weak little brown-eyed soul.
© 2000 Krystal Dawn Monroe

"Last Night I Dreamed"
Last night the clouds covered me, as the sun's shadow rose in the night, Whisking away all thoughts to plead with the sun to stay, Giving way to dreams of new beginnings that would take silent flight, Leaving the dark shroud to cover it's head alone, to quietly pray.
Last night I dreamed of angels wings, and soaring in the sky, I dreamed of simplicity, and the days of old gone by. I dreamed of beauty, silent as the waves at high tides shore, The stillness of the night, as it shattered and it roared.
Taken slowly up by temptations sweet burden of life in sleep, My mind slipped freely by the day's cold coarse feet, To swim by towards the night as my dreams took the road of forever, To meet me, it seemed, and forever that night took, in my dreams.
Last night I dreamed of echoes, and storms of eternity, Crashing and clashing, catching my swift attention, drawing me near. I dreamed of lightning, intense as day in the shadows of the night, And thunder rolling in, pushing the walls of forever down with its valor.
Last night I dreamed of silver rain…slow, fat silvery rain, Soft and cool, a rose petal in the midst of the dreams of night, Echoing through the wall to my dreams of eternity, A brilliant, revering light in my dreams…
Last night I dreamed… Leaving the dark shroud of night to cover its head alone to quietly pray.
© 2000 Krystal Dawn Monroe

"Behold, Passion's Grace"
A court of lover's shameful play, Caresses of sweet delight, A moon bath of tender kisses Dancing on the shadowy night.
Hands of fire, a kisses sweet taste, Begins the waltz of touch alone Behold, passion's delighted grace, Bold love pushing the boundaries - so slow…
Raw skin smokes, flames dance higher, As the serenading innocence of passion's Sweet court plays on to the tune of grace, Behold, passion's fire, love's sweet taste.
In a realm of dark consciousness, The flames rise and fall to the beating of A lover's sweetly sinful heart, Whispering out a tune that pleads to be released.
Hands of fire and ice, a lover's sweet kiss, Caress the body as his hands find their way, alone. The tongue is unmatched in this explosion of love, The kiss of flames, love's sensual taste, Behold, passion's fire, in the court of grace.
© 2000 Krystal Dawn Monroe

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