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What are you waiting for?
Oh the beauty of the night,
Magic in its oldest form.
Come take me away sweet fanciful dreams.
Wrap your dark quivering arms around me,
I am yours forever more,
mind body and soul.
May they ignite in the flame.
I would ask what you wish of me, but that is not your way.
You do not ask.
You take.
Claim what you will.
I wait....for what seems an eternity,
Knowing each heartbeat is already yours.
Each breath borrowed.
When will you savor your prize?
My body hums with anticipation like a crystal goblet when tenderly stroked.
Stroke me once more, make me sound as the one you adore.
The one whose purest features were designed for your tune.
Take me. Make me fulfill my purpose.
Fill me. As your chalice I await the nectar of the gods.
The magic of the night embraces me once more.
You wrap your dark arms around me and I quiver.
Oh the beauty of the Night...
By: Foxy Wife 4-23-09
The sharpened steel pierces, tearing the flesh unmercifully,
Like a missal it knows its target, The hidden vein throbbing deep within,
The day is painted crimson, as my life-force pours from me,
I watch it stream steadily, as my world begins to spin,
The tingling sensation sharpens as my body stiffens coldly,
All warmth soon to be forgotten, As it trickles down my side.
My stubborn heart keeps beating each thud proclaiming boldly,
As it slowly begins to empty, as I watch the out flowing tide.
How much longer till the last drop, till the end of this deep felt pain?
Who knew it would be so simple just to open up a vein.
The room begins to blur,
The light begins to darken,
“Well that’s the end for her.
A quick finish for one barely started”
Consciousness slips away and the quiet is now embraced,
The pain slowly fades away as the bandage is put into place.
“Thank you for your donation.” Said the nurse with the pretty green eyes
“ It’s because of people like you, that another now may survive.”
BY: Foxy wife 6/21/10
I do not wish thine eye to drinketh of my beauty, for how now, when thy cup runneth dry?
When Summers graces have stilled by winters cold dark breath, would'st thou still have the sparkle of Spring in thine eye?
As the soft plump curves wrinkle past their ripeness, and the apples of my cheeks turn to ashen gray,
As the sweetness of my voice bitters as time's spent, and my golden silky tresses are but thinning straws of hay,
Would'st thou whisper sweet nothings to the hobbled silver lady?
Would thy fingertips dance upon my wrinkled folded skin?
Would thou speaketh love poems like a gentle bedtime story?
As I'm withered and tired, would thou gently tuck me in?
When maidens come hither with their bountiful blessing to tempt you and tease you when no one's around,
Would your silver haired matron be the shackle that holds you or would memory serve I'm the jewel in your crown?
Like wine, one's beauty serves to strip away thy senses. A glance, like a sip leaves thee quickly craving more.
Each eyeful like a mouthful, the poison spreads quite quickly leaving light headed fools; boorish hounds at my door.
Close thine eyes to my beauty, be but blind to my charm,
Forget Aphrodite's bounty, womanly curves may lead to harm.
Close the door of thine eyes, let thou lashes lock it tight,
Open thy heart to feel and know me, let love be thou shining light.
For thine heart's a faithful traveler, Loves true map will never stray,
For no eyes can put asunder, when two hearts hath joined today.
By: Foxy Wife 9/4/10
"Click" Goes the shutter as he captures my soul,
Opening my eyes, to the world as a whole.
The picture speak to me with a softened Timber,
“The world is glorious, now surely you remember.”
“Click” Once more, Pull the wool from my eyes.
Pictures that capture such a lovely surprise.
The beauty, the color, all hail our sweet mother,
Nature once more showing all of her grace.
The artist inspires all my love and desires,
Like the masterpiece he hangs, He is always out of range,
As guarded as his treasures, no chances for forever,
Alone I shall stand, the ever loving fan.
Always stretching, never reaching,
For the love who still is teaching,
Oh sweet stranger who has seen just who I am.
“ping” Sounds the keys as the song fills my heart,
Suddenly mending what was torn apart,
The melody weaving each note deeply sinking
As softly he plays the sweet song from my core.
“Ping” as the melody resounds once more,
Lulling, softly sweeping, slowly stopping all my weeping
The sweet muse’s reminder life has more in store.
This artist inspires all my love and desires,
Like the masterpiece he played, I wish he could have stayed,
As guarded as his treasures, no chances for forever,
Alone I still stand, the ever loving fan.
Always stretching, never reaching,
For the love who still is teaching,
Oh sweet stranger who has seen just who I am.
By: Foxy Wife 9/5/10
Loneliness sinks in, like the cold steel butter knife,
It meets no resistance as it slices my heart.
The dull pain returns, as persistent as ever,
a consistent reminder that we are apart.
A once sought treasure,
No more your endeavor,
The thick layers of dust hide the once golden gleam,
Though once filled with passion,
And love sweetly fashioned,
Heart of gold buried, neglected, unseen.
Is someone still searching,
For something not working?
It sinks deeper still in the bog of the day.
Stagnant, rejected, forgotten, neglected,
Surrounded in darkness will it soon decay?
Who would conceive that it could be retrieved?
Corrosive memories washed away.
Some call it dreaming,
Hardly believing
There’s anyone who could come and save the day.
By: Foxy Wife 3/1/10
Goodnight, goodnight, My Angel sleep tight
I hope that you dream of me.
Goodnight, goodnight My Angel of the Night
I pray that you slumber softly.
May your dream whisper softly of the love that I will show,
May they conquer your fears, teaching you all you need to know.
May they soften your heart and leaving plenty room to grow.
Yes that is my prayer as you softly slumbers so.
So, Goodnight, goodnight, My Angel sleep tight
I hope that you dream of me.
Goodnight, goodnight My Angel of the Night
I pray that you slumber softly.
Think of me as you dream , as I watch over you
Find comfort here in my arms..
And I’ll whisper this song, such softly lovely tune,
A reminder that you’re safe from harm.
So, Goodnight, goodnight, My Angel sleep tight
I hope that you dream of me.
Goodnight, goodnight My Angel of the Night
I pray that you slumber softly.
When you wake I’ll be here. Every day just for you.
I’ll wipe away all of those fears,
One day you will know that I never will go.
For I’m yours through the smiles and the tears.
So, Goodnight, goodnight, My Luke sleep tight
I know that you dream of me.
Goodnight, goodnight We’ll hold each other tight
And praise when this dream came to be.
Goodnight, goodnight, My Angel sleep tight
A blessing when you found me..
Goodnight, goodnight My Angel of the Night
I’m yours eternally.
By: Foxy Wife 3/1/10
Oh how the water glistens,
quickly streaming down manmade rock.
A raging river roars down my wall
Crashing over my painted tiles.
Waves sorlty rolll across the floor
A newly made carpet of fresh wet sand
cushioning my feet, sticking between my toes.
My footprints leave hints of where I have been.
I quickly struggle to capture its beauty
manmade lakes fill my bowls.
The rippling water soon bursts free,
a reminder that nature cannot be captured.
Fresh waterfalls flow over the rims
Creating Niagra Falls here in Greeley,
but soon the falls lose their splendor
the roaring rapds turn to streams.
As quickly as the falls started their thunder
they softly become the drips of dew.
Leaving only the pools of water
A memory of my Niagra Falls.
By: Foxy Wife 9/5/09
The whisper of love echos
As I watch you softly slumber.
I try not to wake you,
As gracefully you sleep.
The whisper of desire stirs
As your beauty leads to hunger,
The desire to be with you
A golden treasure I do seek.
The whisper of a tear falls
As I remember trespasses past.
It dances down my cheek
as memories stab so deep.
The whisper of a smile cracks,
and slowly returns to me.
As I remember that a rainbow
somehow always followed the rain.
The whisper of fear awakesn
and strikes from deep within me.
For a future that is uncertain,
and a present that's just here.
The Angel's whisper's chiming,
reminds me that it's the present,
and presently you lie here,
as everything I hold dear.
The whisper of love echos
as I watch you soflty slumber.
I try not to wake you,
as gracefully you sleep.
By: Foxy Wife posted 9/5/09
Sweet, Innocent, and ripe for the plucking,
You want to devour me, I can see it in your eyes,
Gentle, soft spoken, yours for the fucking,
you imagine your body between my soft thighs.
My hair is bound tightly though softly it flows,
Gently cascading with ribbons and bows.
My scent softly lingers tickleing your nose,
and the brush of my hand quickly curls your toes.
The bait lies before you with the swaying of my hips,
Entangleing you more so as I moisten my lips.
"Come closer" I beckon you with style and grace.
"Come join me for coffee here at my place."
Your mind begins to fill with reasons to stay,
Little do you know I shall have my way.
When we get to my lair, or "my humble home," There I shall quickly change the tone.
You shall be bound and gagged,
Used and had,
Whips and chains,
No pride will remain,
You'll wimper and plead,
Fulfill all of my needs,
You'll crawl and scrape,
I'll give all you can take.
I'll push your limits
until your lost in it.
The all consuming fire
you'll burn with desire
until your every wish
is but to please your mistress.
Then when all is done,
I'll have to run.
You'll stare in disbelief;
such a powerful release.
All control was mine
as if by design.
You'll never be the same,
now so addicted to the shame.
Such a coy disguise
Shed right before your eyes.
For how could you have known,
I was the wolf in sheeps clothes
who devoured you whole
laying claim to your soul.
By: Foxy wife 8/9/09
The Spanish guitar calls to me like a sirens song.
It beckons, each note, tiny fingers caressing my flesh.
I quiver to the touch.
The soft passionate chords whisper in my ear.
The flame does not refuse to dance when the wind begins to fan it,
Filling it with passion red and boisterous.
It twists and swirls in ecstasy.
Captured in its intoxicating, mesmerizing sound
My body sways.0
Instinctually I know the steps.
When the song itself bends you to its will, there are no mistakes.
Just passion. Just Fire.
I will make the world burn.
Ignite its soft tinder with the spark of my soul,
The smoldering of my eyes,
The confidence of my step,
The sizzling of my thighs.
My heart echoes the tempo,
My breath comes in gasps.
It is close to climax.
I can feel it in every tightened muscle in my body.
They hum with anticipation.
I keep moving, never missing a beat.
With great satisfaction the climax of the score reveals itself, slowly tapering off.
The music lingers just long enough for a lovers kiss goodnight.
I collapse, glistening softly.
Smiling happily I know that it was my heartstrings that were truly strummed tonight.
Play me again sweet musician.
By: Foxy Wife 8/9/09
