KW1KSND's blog: "A Piece of Poetry: Not Ass! [REPOST]"

Who Are You? By RennyWorks™ I wake from a dream and I see the vision of your beauty, I think of pleasant thoughts and your presence dominates my memory. I just meet you and it feels as if it were an eternity, I miss you for an hour and my day feels empty. ************* What I’m feeling is sensual, but not sexual, it’s psychological, but not physical, it’s loving, caring, and sharing, but not smothering. I hope – in time – these feelings do not reverse, a relationship becomes alive, strong and long, and doesn’t become terse or perverse, but that I am becoming your blessing, and not your curse ************* Honey, please look deep into my eyes, and I tell you no lies, If age is nothing but a number, then there is nothing else that matters to put asunder. What you see in the beginning with me – not a player but a man for all seasons, becomes better now with the present and the future for all eternity. ************* Darlin’, darlin’, what have you done to me? Who are you to do this to me? I pray that when all is said done…that He might choose me as your one… And bring about clarity of this fantasy becoming reality, Who are you? What do you want with me? I am not sure of anything right now, but again, in time, I guess we will see. with me loving you, and you loving me? Maybe in the end, we might just be friends, Oh, but if everything remains true between me and you, Hopefully, it won’t be long before I am your “boo”! *************

Feeling lost and blue, wondering what I might have done wrong to you, Thinking all thoughts of you while listening to these many love songs seemingly the truth, Cannot escape the image of you and me with the iron shackles around my heart keeping me in emotional slavery whenever we're apart, Reminiscing over the times that we had made love, or had sex, not knowing from one moment to the next: was it good, better, or best. If it was a fantasy, dream, or my imagination Touching you with tips of my fingers, and hugging you with the gentle strength of my arms, bringing about a sensual sensation, while trying to reassure you in every imaginable way that I will bring you no harm for this duration… Tears swell deep within my eyes that causes me to cry not with pain but with joy of loving you all over again... Looking deeper into your innocent eyes gazing at your smile left me lost in the middle of my destiny … am I guilty with or without you, which would it be? Your absence from my presence leaves me doubting my ability; searching for my sincerity; suspecting my integrity with you in a romantic, yet pragmatic, relationship with you and me… Is this the beginning or the end? Live or death? Fantasy or reality? Help me to discern these truths with your actions, not reactions; with your hugs, not your shrugs; with your smile not your frown. Sweetie, I wasn’t supposed to fall for you, but I did; I wasn’t to care for you as I do, but I did; so why have you kept yourself hidden from my warm embrace; passionate kiss; heartfelt longing for your future with me? Am I being a wusp, a pussy, a smuck for feeling as I do? Who cares as this poem is from me to you, and everything I’ve spoken has been true without a doubt or question, the only thing which remains is your expectation: friends, lovers, or both.

I would want to taste the flavor of your lips, I would want to feel the rhythm of your hips. I would want to travel through your mind, To see what treasures I can find. I would want to absorb the sweet aroma of your presence, Your persona is welcoming and so effervescent. Honey, of all these things that I say are true, Not just because I want to be with you! Last, but not least, and not the necessarily the end, If nothing else were to happen, I would still wanna be your friend.

I am soliciting your input: credible or otherwise. I am publishing my book this year containing poetry, prose, and psalms concerning love and love lost...your feedback would help to mold the book and my future writings. Thank you again. Lorenzo

You and me...acquainting ourselves in the bask of the afternoon sun, Not leaving each other's embrace until we were happily done! One night only? Hell naw, I might be alone but I'm not lonely A bootycall is what I think of you? For you to believe such a thing from me just isn't true Aside from your smile, your banging body, and your sex galore There's a lot this brother needs besides your sex and lies, your pussy and thighs I am a deep brother with a hurting soul and dying flesh, I certainly don't need anything more to complicate this mess What do I need from you is so simple, so easy, Be there for me - not as my fantasy - but as my reality Representin' a person who offers me themselves as I will do for you, Someone with whom I can dare to be true.

Que ella es la unica . . . Quien haces una sonrisa parece con las piensas de tu Que ella es la unica . . . Quien das vigor a mi alma con suya presencia Que ella es la unica . . . Quien darle a uno calor frios con su cada tacto Que ella es la unica . . . Quien consolas ansiedades de mi con sus palabras Que ella es la unica . . . Quien liberas mi caja de Pandora con mis secretos y emociones Que ella es la unica . . . Quien me aceptas por mi y ningun Que ella es la unica . . . Quien me ensenas que amor no esta derecho, pero un priviligio, y desde este me decide mandar recuerdos a ti Que ella es la unica . . . Quien tienes parte en mis metas y suenos con sus acciones Que ella es la unica . . . Quien me crees, me cuidas, y me amas como tan mucho hace para ella De muchas cosas que he sonado y he rogado en mi vida . . . Espero que ella es la una!

I'm beckoning unto your call Like a moth to a flame Just don't burn me My heart, my soul, or misuse my name Just continue to be warm and inviting, As I continue my pursuit to your inner lighting The glow ... the aura... of your presence, Reflects the truth in love ... its beauty...its essence I do, I will, but I won't... Like you, have you, hurt you An original...from my lips to yours Kiss! Kiss!