always tomorrow #SinfulSunday #Poetry #ASMSG

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always tomorrow

by Penelope Jones

sometimes i’m so small

i won’t continue one more day

reaching for the stars.

sometimes i’m so lost

i can’t take one more step

towards the future.

sometimes i’m so broken

getting out of the wrong-side

of the bed seems right.

and

sometimes

i take a leap,

a leap of faith

hoping

wishing

praying

i’ll land on my feet.

and sometimes, i won’t.

but…

always… i pick myself up,

brush myself off, and

shine a little brighter tomorrow.

The Strength of Words by @GenevieveDewey #ASMSG #Poemup

  •  For those that do not know… Genevieve Dewey’s an amazing author The Original Genevieve Dewey, but more than that, she’s a magnificent person inside and out. She’s also someone I feel blessed to know and call friend. My poem  Words (Link to follow) was inspired by her.  She says she’s not a poet, but I believe the poem she wrote me in response says very different.  I hope you enjoy her poem as well as mine.  Words… #Poemup #ASMSG « Bad Penny’s always to blame!

The Strength of Words 

By Genevieve Dewey

I can feel the cool smooth satin across my face

Soothing the hot tracks of my tears

My eyes closed, lips parted

You begin

Your hot breath next to my neck

Whispering

Words

The tight painful tug of my hair as you close the knot

Then darkness

Silence…….

Touch

My thoughts spin, whirl, twirl, struggle, fight

Like the wings of a butterfly

Pinned

Beneath two strong unyielding fingers

I struggle, not to be free

But because the release will be ever sweeter

Then with each loop, each cinch, each gasp

I let go…

Caught

In your words

They loop around me

Entangle me

Snare me

Free me in my captivity

For I am no longer a prisoner to my doubts

My fears

My worries

My inadequacies

I am soaring free in the stillness

Where I cannot speak, cannot move, cannot think

I only hear

Words

Your body and lips speak

Telling me

I am a woman, a mother, a friend, a lover

That and so much

More

Each knot bound

It is not taking it is giving

A gift of peace, of stillness

The freedom to hear

Your words

They are as much a part of me as the marks

The marks I no longer see as imperfections

The marks from the growth of life

The marks your seed left on me, inside of me, outside of me

I no longer worry I am not pretty enough

Young enough

Firm enough

Tight enough

Good enough

I am soaring free

To see

I am me

I am yours

You remove my blinders and I can hear

The words

In your eyes

The words

Your firm strong lips soon speak

I am yours

You are mine

Forever bound in love

Where I am free to just be

Me

These are the only words that matter.

Beautiful poetic words! @joangillen

Amazing words from an amazing woman! It touches on innocence and virginal desires! A must read!

The Adventures Of Pink Bonnet Girl

We give each other long intense kisses

You go down to my neck and give me short sweet kisses

As I breathe on your skin

You touch me underneath my clothes

Caressing the small of my back

Slowly you unravel my clothes and everything beneath it

As we continue…

You give me those sweet kisses

I caress the skin underneath your shirt and slowly take it off

You start playing with my breasts making them hard

Then you touch my lips below and feel them wet

I felt the bulge and pull it out

I beg for you to slip it in

With slow gentle strokes

You hear me grasp and moan

Make your moves steady

And then faster as you hit the right spot

I press my fingers nails on your back

As I say your name under my breath

My stomach starts to flutter

As you try to…

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