Blow me a kiss
Blow my mind
Blow my fuses
One at a time
Fill my eyes
Fill my heart
With loving pride
You know it’s true
You know it’s you
You know you’ve got
Me, no dispute
So blow me a kiss
Blow my mind
You blow me away
Every fucking time
I listen to the breeze whisper a curse.
The blackest of night’s shrouds covered it’s verse.
Insipid the words that worked their way in.
Dragging me down o’er dark vales of sin.
Oh how I needed a friend tonight.
A friend to guide me to the light.
And there you were my friend indeed.
There you were to bind wounds that bleed.
Shining as my beacon calling me back.
Your beauty, your love, made pain retract.
Thankyou my love I owe you my heart.
My light, my saviour, when all seemed too hard.
If you’ve got it flaunt it,
That’s what they say.
You say I have,
But it’s just not my way.
I’m happy to believe you,
And that you think I have.
I’m super happy!
That I make you feel glad.
If I’ve got it, It’s yours,
It’s all yours to keep.
So thankyou my beauty,
For the praises you heap.
via Daily Prompt: Flaunt
My heart is a huge jigsaw puzzle.
Missing just one piece.
The prison with just one inmate.
Waiting for release.
My heart is a great big maze.
In which I had gotten lost.
A stormy open tumoltuous sea.
Upon which my boat is tossed.
But whilst all this happens.
You hold me to whisper “It’s okay.”
You put all the wrongs to right.
You bring renewal each and every day.
And for this renewal I thankyou.
For you words, thoughts, and your deeds.
For these my Beauty I thankyou.
For lifting me up off my knees.
Tattered, torn, used, worn.
Exhausted, yet somehow reborn.
Taken to heaven, pulled through hell.
Collared servitude, freedom dispelled.
You’re a good girl, come good on request.
Slave to your master, doing your best.
For which he has gratitude in kind.
So long as he has control o’er your mind.
Your body now belongs to him, his.
His own lil slave, his very own lil miss.
via Daily Prompt: Torn
This sludge that I trudge through, this life that I live.
Only relieved, by the help that you give.
You cleanse torments muck, wash my soul.
You accept me and my baggage, the package as a whole.
For this I thankyou, my gratitude will never cease.
For times you’ve stopped me sinking, in you I’ve belief.
This sludge that I trudge through, whilst hard I’ll admit.
Has an end in sight, in view, an end and you’re it.
Thankyou Beauty… nuff said! ❤☠☠❤
via Daily Prompt: Sludge
You’re thoughtful to a fault.
Putting others ahead of yourself.
Doting mother, loving daughter.
If love were monetary, you’d have extreme wealth.
But you don’t keep it stored up.
Stash it hidden away.
You give it freely to those close by.
And ME I’m glad to say.
Thankyou my beauty.
I will always try to show you.
How much that your love means to me.
And my extreme gratitude.