poetess

Is it not enough to dip your tongue into my soul and write poetry?

Think I'll miss you forever,Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky.

A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words__he bride__nd spaces__he groom,she knows that as soonas she has penned the poem,it__ yours to consume.So, without giving it a think,she blows on the inkand the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day,landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips.But more often than not,you can easily spotthem trodden and forgotten,becoming sodden and rotten.Yet, she will continue to makewhat__ others to takebecause selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.

I don__ want to be remembered for my work. I want to be remembered for my love.

Sit here, so I may writeyou into a poem and make you eternal.

Poetry isn__ an island, it is the bridge. Poetry isn__ a ship, it is the lifeboat. Poetry isn__ swimming. Poetry is water.

These poems are cupsthat I pour my life into.Here, Drink!

I write because the security of your love allows me to develop my craft without concerning myself with trivialities _ as if your love could be any more complete. But I write, in the first place,because of you, my muse. I write for your green eyes to glance at my humble words and for the pleasure of hearing you utter them.

You cannot free someonewho is caged intheir own self.

I was lost for too longbut when i found you,i could feel it in my bones.You were my home.

I am no one's to be claimed,I belong to me.

It's okay darling,creative people are called crazyall the time.

I stopped losing my sleep over you...Now i lie awakein search of me!!

Master the art of selfloveand you will never have to seekvalidationever again.

Take me to your darkest cornersand watch your demonssurrender to mine..

Destruction wasn't when you chose to destroy me.It was when i let you.

_, the wine of a womanfrom heaven is sent, more perfect than allthat a man can invent.When she came to my bed and begged me with sighsnot to tempt her towards passion nor actions unwise, I told her I__ spare her and kissed her closed eyes, then unbraided her body of its clothing disguise.While our bodies were nude bathed in candlelight fineI devoured her mouth, tender lips divine;and I drank through her thighs her feminine wine._, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent,more perfect than all that a man can invent.