A Little Time Under Our Tree #Poetry #Love #Death #ForeverLove

I’m sitting under our favorite tree

I wondering if you’re thinking of me

 

I’ve thought about nothing else since you went away

You plague my life day after, day after day.

 

I think about how you used to hold my hand

And how you always thought my jokes were so grand

 

I think about the time we went to Paris

We had a great trip, despite your brother Harris

 

I remember the way you looked after a long, hard day

You knew I’d always be there to assure you, it’s okay

 

I thought you’d always be here too

Your being gone leaves me without a clue

 

I sometimes smell a faint memory of your scent

I know it’s not possible, but I hope it’s you leaving me a hint

 

I thought it would get easier as time passed by

I miss coming home to you saying hi

 

It hasn’t gotten less painful as I watch the world keep turning

And I keep laying awake yearning

 

Burning for you to return to me as if it weren’t true

Waking each morning not exactly sure what to do

 

What’s the next step in my life

I don’t think I could be someone else’s wife

 

I’m in love with you more today than ever before

I hate that tragedy has closed our door

 

You were the light of my dead-end alley

Now I live in the deepest, darkest valley

 

I’m so angry that you thought it was OK to die

You said you’d take care of me forever, you lied

 

I don’t think anyone really knows how much I hurt

My heart feels like it’s been drug through the dirt

 

It’s only been a few months, maybe I just need more time

What I really need is for everyone to stop telling me “it’ll be fine”

 

It won’t, I miss you so much I can’t breathe

Every night I wonder how could you leave

 

I mourn the loss of you, my one true love

That now looks down upon me from above

 

I’m going to move on, I promise you that

And no I’m not going to start collecting cats

 

I won’t become one of those old ladies

I rather spend the next 100 years in Hades

 

I say all these things but the future’s unsure

Because my heart ache’s for you, and there’s no cure

 

I think coming to visit our tree has helped

Rehashing the pains that life has dealt

 

I’m going to continue to love you forever

But as you know I am too clever

 

To waste away until I’m an old crone

Destined to spend my life alone

 

No…you know I sparkle too much to settle

Even though my throat is still encased in your metal

 

Your collar you put there to show that I’m yours

Each time I remember that night, my heart soars

 

Maybe one day I’ll be able to move on

Maybe one day I’ll be able to admit that your gone

 

Until then, I’ll continue to visit our tree

And wonder if you’re thinking of me

 

Leather is the Life for me #ASMSG #Poetry #LeatherLifestyle #BDSM

Mad Hatter

~

I live this life because I must

I feel it’s what is just

A life of honesty and love

A life that fits me like a glove

~

I’m a girl through and through

and being in service makes me who?

~

Me… just me

~

Mad Hatter 1

~

Slave is just a label

of which I’m not sure I’m able

to accept…

~

I’m more than just that by definition

I transition…

into partner

friend

relationship mend-er

An advice giver

sometimes, even a rule bender

a positive energy sender

and for those I love, a true defender

~

Leather means way more than a piece of clothing or what I wear

it’s how I care,

it’s how I share,

it’s how I dare… to love.

~

My life is lived with that of integrity

I’m in it for the longevity

~

The camaraderie means the world to me

The family aspect has become the key

~

Leather is the life for me.

~

Leather is my life

~

Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2013

Consider It Done #Poemup #ASMSG #Poetry

I said use me, abuse me
Not harm my soul

You discarded me like yesterday’s news
You filed me in chapter 13
You threw me away like spoiled milk
You trashed me like toxic waste

Well let me tell you something

You are yesterday’s news
You now belong in chapter 13
You are washed down the drain like spoiled milk
And you are now marked hazardous waste– discard immediately!

Consider it done!

I will find Love again #Poetry #ASMSG

We’re in a sexual revolution

It’s not pollution

 

Sex is as natural as breathing

Desires seething

 

Lives becoming one

Orgasms that come undone

It was fun

 

I miss the days when I called

and you made me your fuck-doll

 

I miss the days when you’d rain down spanks

on my ass.

Why couldn’t it last?

 

All good things must come to an end

even though I miss the way our bodies bend…

 

I’m just reminiscing about what could have been

The way we sinned.

 

I’ll find love again

 

Don’t you worry.

 

Iniquitous Solace: The Aftermath … Don’t miss the rollercoaster ride! 🙂

Iniquitous Solace- The Aftermath

Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

Copyright 2013

And I still miss you #OCT #Poetry #ASMSG #relationships

It was the way you wore your backpack, everywhere

It was the way you used to butt into my conversations just to talk to me

It was the way you sent flowers because I was having a rough week

It was the way you sent me text messages at ungodly hours because you knew I was awake

It was the way you allowed me to snuggle and touch you while you slept

.

It was because you used to like me

.

You used to care

We made a great pair

.

I miss that, I do

Fuck you

.

Why do I allow you to have such a hold on my emotions?

I wish there was some potion

.

To alleviate this stage

Of rage

And

Sadness

I need to get back to gladness

.

I miss you I do

.

But I can take a hint

You’re hell-bent

.

On destroying anything we could have had

And now I’m sad,

And you’re glad

This is bad…

You turned out like my dad

.

And I still miss you

Iniquitous Solace- The Aftermath