Another One For Today

Painful Senryu


I.
You've left me tattered
On the inside while leaving
The outside pristine.

II.
Like the ocean's calm
Surface, with raging currents
Just below.

III.
So much is brewing
Just beyond prying strangers'
Eyes. Turmoil all mine.

IV.
It's almost funny
To see you concerned with the
Horrid aftermath.

V.
I'd crack a Cheshire
Smile if I thought I'd manage
To avoid sneering.

VI.
My face would betray
Me though. Being directly
Stitched to brokenness.

VII.
I've not yet learned the
Useful art of hiding my
Overwhelming feels.

VIII.
Don't look too long into
The churning pools of distress
Lest you join me.

IX.
It's not a place I
Wish for anyone. Move on
Far away from here.

X.
Better yet, you may
Wanna keep on going far
Far away from me.

Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy

Early Morning Leaking

Smoke Signals

Dousing cotton candy dreams in 

An inferno of liquid sorrows.
This is what romanticizing 

Without protection leads to.

But I am resilient; previous
Beautiful blazes prove it.

I've learned exactly how far to
Stand back in mourning while
Glowing embers create
Choreographed reflections in my eyes.

And love's charred corpse
Prevents frostbite on my heart.

Again, I return to witness
The rebirth of the phoenix.
I cast my eyes downward,
Apologetic as she rises.

For I am the one who led her
To yet another fiery demise.

All of the pain involved,
Each tear turned to steam,
Every scream that erupted,
I know that I caused them.

I can't truly apologize because
I have not one regret at all.

I'd still lead her into battle,
Risking it all, for the chance
To experience even the most
Minute sense of endearment.

You don't build Love Eternal by
Fearing dips in the deep end.

Baptizing the soul thoroughly,
Cleansing it of disappointment,
It is my duty to encourage newly
Formed wings to take flight.

Life without love just isn't living.
Without a new heart, it isn't forgiving.

©2013 NLGuy

First Fruits of February

Cravings 

My fingers long to take a stroll across chocolate skin, reading the goosebumps that rise like Braille.

My lips yearn to trace the contours of strong shoulders, tasting the flavor of lust that sits upon them.

My tongue desires to surround the glistening flesh of arousal as it grows hard and ready.

I feel the need to verify that I can elicit indistinguishable moans and groans from places hidden deep within.

It's imperative to practice the long forgotten art of causing waves of pleasure to ripple through a man's able body.

Reminding myself how to gently caress his throbbing hunger for release until it spills over into ecstasy is the only way to satisfy the question nagging at the back of my mind...

Can I still bring a man to his knees and make his toes curl before my clothes hit the floor?


Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy

More For January

I guess I've had a lot to get out lately. Here are a couple more short ones to end this month!

Inhale

Writing poetry by moonlight on the walls of your soul;
Each word etched into your blood stream.

They bind to red blood cells, spreading oxygenated messages,
Providing life and color to aging appendages
That would otherwise fade to stiff, forgotten branches.
Rejuvenation is on the tip of your tongue, just breathe in.

I cannot force you to allow your proverbial lungs
To expand with rhetorical solutions to hypothetical questions.

That was never my intention anyway.
I simply offer my lessons in Love as undeniable truth
To the silent inquiries your heart hesitates to ask
While your eyes plead for them to be answered.

Let me re-ignite the hibernating embers of your spirit.
Come, share a common space of Immortal Love.


His Refuge

A sinking feeling, not of overwhelming proportions,
But akin to warm comfort eases you down into safety.
It exudes contentment and satisfaction,
Embracing your core and securing your thoughts as you tumble into peaceful release.
Refuge you did not seek envelopes you in support you didn't know you craved.
This is trust discovered in an unexpected friend.

Like a knock on a darkened doorstep,
You answer, preparing to provide,
But instead you are met with a traveler ready to impart,
An angel you didn't know you needed.
Such is the way of blessings,
They only need a vessel willing to be filled.

A harbinger of Love,
My purpose and duty.
Always searching to fulfill the quiet, whispered prayers
Of the man who has yet to speak his deepest desires.


Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy

Yay for Inspiration

Attached


Damn it if I haven't gotten stuck on you,

And it's not as simple as coming unglued.

It's like industrial strength velcro,

My emotions dragging me to an all new low.

Somehow, in your eyes, I fell.




I know, theoretically, I have no right

To even justify wanting to fight.

Not for you, you're not a prize to be won,

But to fight to be loved, like one of your guns.

A love that I'd wear well.




Yes, I know, love is a 4-letter word.

Using it now, to you, seems absurd.

Remember when I said my feelings tend to overwhelm?

Well they're on their own course and I'm not at the helm.

Truth be told, I'm not doing well.




I had my heart set on opening up,

Then exciting thoughts of you made it erupt.

Now you've decided to start down a new path,

And my feelings for you need to take an ice bath.

You had me coming out of my shell.




It's not your fault that I went down so hard.

I was the one who released my guard.

I feel pretty stupid, but that's typical for me.

Apparently I like to wish for things that can never be.

One day my name won't even ring a bell.




I'm working on training my heart to say, "Oh well."




Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy

2 Newbies

Smoke Screens

You managed to charm me with your gorgeous set of lips.

The curved temptations which wrapped themselves

Around intoxicating incantations, crafting new dreams.

My body contorted and twisted to the bewitching tempo,

Responding in ways that I’d forgotten were possible.

Then the sexy, alluring smile took quite a different turn.

Once I got up close and personal, I belatedly saw clearly.

While I’d been blinded by visions of happiness in my head, I missed

The twisted sneer that had replaced the cause of rosy cheeks.

My imagination led me to believe that we were both dancing.

But, in reality, you simply played the tune and watched me twirl.

Did it amuse you to witness me bending for your enjoyment?

Was it a pleasing sensation to your funny bone to see how hard I tried?

Well, I hope you were thoroughly tickled by the spectacle.

It’s time for the curtain to fall, because the show is over.

I know there will be no applause, no shouts for an encore.

You’re already on your way to the next stage, one foot out the door.

I don’t blame you for being in the audience. It’s not your fault, that’s true.

After all, I’m the one who sent the ticket, the only one I had, to you.

And to the door closing loudly behind you, I simply bid, “Adieu.”

Rebirthing Forever

The moment when things change forever.

The forever you thought you had a grasp on.

When that forever you dreamt of evaporates.

That’s the moment I’m living.

My heart hurts, along with my head and puffy eyes.

I need to silence the wails and fade the images

With cheap wine and Adele’s music downloads.

Because old vices still make great bandaids.

But the up side is that I get to dream a new forever.

My next forever may even last a bit longer.

Who knows, it may last beyond the dream.

Wouldn’t that be a hoot?

So for now, I mourn my forever’s death.

And tomorrow I get a new paint set

To design and create the next one.

The forever that may last, forever more.

Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy

The Grind

He said, “Pretty please,
Get on your knees.
Ride me til the next century.
Make sure you take in all of me.”

I contemplated making him wait.
Let him think I would hesitate.
But then my pussy started to ache,
And I began to crave the quake.

That amazing feeling that builds and works
With all of my senses when my body jerks
The craving wouldn’t let me stay and lurk
In the shadows with nipples perked.

So instead of hesitating,
I decided not to keep him waiting.
I sauntered over to start the mating
Dance that involved hips percolating.

Immediately, per his request,
I hovered over him, hands on his chest.
His dick rose, starting on its quest
To return to the spot it loved to rest.

I rocked back and forth, could not resist
Reaching out to grab his wrists.
I knew what to do before he could insist
That I complete a sexual check list.

I watched his lips part as they released a hiss,
Placed my mouth over his, silenced it with a kiss.
They say sex like this can be hit or miss,
Unless you’re the creator of your partner’s bliss.

 Copyright © 2013 Natasha Guy

It Leaked Out

Things That Go Bump in the Night 

I thought it was something to be scared of

Then I realized what that sound was.

My heart is now in the glass trophy case 

With a hard, stony middle and shiny, bronze base.

It doesn’t get to hit the floor 

When I roll over anymore.

I can sleep with all the other strange sounds 

That choose the dark time to make their rounds.

I can no longer hear nor feel the quake

That my heart breaking seems to make.

Copyright © 2012 NLG

Change

Recycled

Feeling things I no longer wanted to feel,

Bombarding a heart that’d been locked down.

As if the keys to my most inner sanctum

Were freely being passed around.

But this time, I’m ready to be open to visitors.

Although, there’s only ever room for just one.

Instead of trying to hold and keep you here,

I just ask you leave the keys if, or when, you’re done.

I’ve truly retired my running shoes,

My emotions, too tired to chase anyway.

This time, I’ll let you come to me.

For the sun brought with it a new day.

Copyright © 2012 NLG

H.C.

Human Consumption

Let me taste you.

I need to feel you

Sliding down the inside of me.

Can we make that arrangement?

Do you think it’s too much, too soon?

Because I can try to hold back

Just stay silent while I swoon.

But I just need to touch you.

Curl up beside you and feel you.

I need to experience you.

Cuz even if I don’t get to keep you,

I need you to be buried

beneath my skin

again and again,

Even for the briefest of moments,

Pretending you are tilling my soil.

I need you to dig deep.

Turn my earth til you find the moist dirt.

Submerge your fingers.

Press them into my skin until I have

Reminders of what you found in my

Hollowed out caves and

Underwater caverns.

Show me proof that you did not drown,

That you weren’t overwhelmed by the

Pure, unadulterated depths that steal breath.

Prove to me that I can swallow you whole

And you’ll still be all I need.

Copyright © 2012 NLG