Pepper's blog: "words in prose"

It remains

this pain

Seemingly here

forever

deep searing..

blissful knowledge

of it's existance.

I am alive

I breathe

Without it

I shall be death.

Solitary wing

Fluttering

Softly upon

Roses of yore

Swaying

Visited places

Long gone

Alone

I am a distant star.

Wished upon.

Yet, never reached.

I am sorry for that.

Don't want it.

Can't have it.

Don't need it.

Why?

Deny? Deny? Deny?

Won't feel it.

Can't feel it.

Don't feel it.

Why?

Deny? Deny? Deny?

Can't take it.

Won't take it.

Don't do this.

Why?

Deny? Deny? Deny?

A budding rose of dewy perception.

Temptation of plucking, you doth have.

Yet my Petals sit unabated and alone.

Moist and yearning, here I stand.

In a mind of strange episode swaying.

Petals wildly insinuating unknown beauty.

I await, within a rose of dewy perception.

my reality

my desire for him
so powerful, so poignant
it transports me to
a strange new state of mind
as if the desire for him
is a crystal with magical properties
enabling me to see
myself like never before
i see inside my mind
the self assured, self contained
person everyone sees
yet i am now aware of my
enigma never visible to me before
i see that within the cool,
analytical person i am lies another
an insecure, lovely woman
a secretly hungry creature
driven by emotional needs and wants
filled with a longing for more
an abstract and spiritual,
more then a physical peace
a true satisfaction...

Forbidden fruits

Of your very desire

a drop of golden fluid

Upon your lips.

Drink of me

Taste my essence

Crescendo

Of lust exploding.

Spent and aglow

encased in your arms

I taste myself

Upon your skin.

Tasting you

Slowly Exotically

now enraptured

In your forbidden fruit.

*Sighs*

*Moans*

*Shudders*

*Dreams*

Moonlit walk hand in hand

dreamy ocean waves crashing

wind blowing soft kisses upon their skin

Dancing stars upon the water

Twinkling bright eyes shining

stopping to gaze upon glowy skin

they kiss, soft and filled with love

Grasping hands they walk on.

A soft touch upon my face.

A stroke of my glistening wet hair.

A well placed kiss to my neck.

A willingness unto myself to let go.

My precious lover, thy who cares

come unto me, crashing down.

To know when I speak to you,

Bright sunlight shines all around.

For you that gives and expects nothing,

The one I have yet to physically touch.

I stand beside you when your clouds are grey,

and the storms brew all around you.

Souls, still, in touching through space,

through the very distance that keeps us apart.

How can I explain this, my sweet

Without going into such length?

For when you are weak and worn,

Look to me for the strength you need.

I give to you my friendship,

not much but still a love so honest.

Once we meet and see each's face,

the clouds shall break with randiance and light.