Moments by Penelope Jones #poetry #relationships #WILL2015

Morning my lovelies … 

 

Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath is still hot in the poetry sections on Amazon, and the reviews are still pouring in and it’s been in the top 20 Top rated poetry!  I still can’t believe it, but 5 stars have swept the boards so far. I’m blown away and humbled, and I’m so proud  to say—

I WROTE THAT BOOK

 

Oh… and it’s in print. A real book that you can smell, hold, caress, and sleep with. (don’t judge… it’s my book baby! hehe)

 

Just in case you need a bit more enticement … (excerpt from Is- The Aftermath)

 

 

IWasGladWeMet

I can’t wait for the day I can think of you and feel nothing.

 

Moments

by Penelope Jones

I tried to hold onto the moments just like you said,

You were in my head

 

Birds didn’t sing

It was  -just-  a fling

 

Not fast enough

Too slow

Not enough

Too much

 

Nothing I did was right

All we did was fight

 

Moments

You always snuffed out the good

I did everything I should

 

Moments…

You left me in a pile on the floor

You didn’t need me anymore

 

Moments

I held on as long as I could

I did everything a good submissive would

 

Except

 

I didn’t stand up to you until it was too late

My heart-broken, my love turned to hate

 

Moments

I’m drowning in them

 

 

Penelope Jones copyright 2013

Your Rhythm gives My Rhythm a Boner #Poetry #ASMSG #PoetryWednesday

Two such very different views,

Yet you’re my muse

 

You think love is science and math

I think love guides you along life’s path

 

2+3 doesn’t equal five in the game of love

Something your logical mind can’t rise above

 

I think love is alive and well

You think love means a living hell

 

I don’t think love is hearts and romance

I think it’s a very intricate, yet tormenting dance

Made to enhance…

 

Life.

 

 

I want to wrap you in my version of love

I want to help you rise above

 

Love isn’t about sex or money

Or about how many times you call me bunny

 

It’s about the times I asked how your days was

The times you bought me a card just because

 

Love has a rhythm unique to its owner

Your rhythm gives my rhythm a boner

 

My heart lived in a dark place

Your heart crowded in my space

 

You happened without warning

It all started with, “Good morning.”

 

Love is written all over our faces,

And can be found in the strangest places…

 

Like the janitor’s closet.

 

Penelope Jones copyright 2013