Day or Night
Day or night you come to me
Burns so deep that it blinds me
I see you, I feel you in my sleep
Forbidden fruit, so hard to eat
Feel me, Touch me, Hold me close
It’s hard to breath within these dreams
Dreams that come while I’m wide awake
I wonder if you ever feel the same
When I dress I touch myself
Thinking of you is becoming a personal hell
No idea if you know what I mean
Thinking of you I cum again
Touch me, Feel me, Hold me close
Most of the time I feel I’m a ghost
I talk to you but hear nothing you say
Wanting to touch you in a non-virgin way
When you go to bed do you think of me?
Always a first mover I tend not to be
I dream that you want me just as much
Holding back feelings till my whole body blush
Lick me, Kiss me, Go deep inside
Sometimes I worry that I cannot hide
A woman ignored dying for touch
How is it possible I want you so much?
I dream while awake that we meet somewhere hot
I take off my panties you rub me till raw
I gasp and I scream and I mean everything
The heat in me burning till I’m out of steam
Need me, Want me, Hold back no more
If you were the key I would be your door
Unlock me deep and talk dirty to me
Take me from behind I want to feel everything
You need not hold back
I am the bitch in the black
Undress me so slow
That it aches to my toes
Take me at will
I want to be thrilled
A woman denied
A woman who’s fell
Through the cracks, neglected
Feeling so oppressed
All I want is to see you undressed
Here I go fantasizing again
Blood rushing up to those places and then
I need to escape take a deep breath inside
There are even the times where I break down and cry
I need you, I want you, Please fill my void
Find me attractive and I will not avoid
Taking my clothes off, hiding the scars
Running deep they do, both inside and out
Kiss me, Kiss me, Hold me so tight
Make me feel like a woman tonight
Tell me you care and you think that it’s right
Let me be under you
While you take your time
Move me, Touch me, Push deep inside
Please let me share these feelings I hide
When I wake up
I know I have dreamed
Of you and me again in the sheets
Rolling and moving and speaking in tongues
Then I return to the reality that sucks
Please tell me it’s true when you look in my eyes
That you can see this poem
That I cannot hide
Reach for me and I will you
Until then a dream shall do
Burns so deep that it blinds me
I see you, I feel you in my sleep
Forbidden fruit, so hard to eat
Feel me, Touch me, Hold me close
It’s hard to breath within these dreams
Dreams that come while I’m wide awake
I wonder if you ever feel the same
When I dress I touch myself
Thinking of you is becoming a personal hell
No idea if you know what I mean
Thinking of you I cum again
Touch me, Feel me, Hold me close
Most of the time I feel I’m a ghost
I talk to you but hear nothing you say
Wanting to touch you in a non-virgin way
When you go to bed do you think of me?
Always a first mover I tend not to be
I dream that you want me just as much
Holding back feelings till my whole body blush
Lick me, Kiss me, Go deep inside
Sometimes I worry that I cannot hide
A woman ignored dying for touch
How is it possible I want you so much?
I dream while awake that we meet somewhere hot
I take off my panties you rub me till raw
I gasp and I scream and I mean everything
The heat in me burning till I’m out of steam
Need me, Want me, Hold back no more
If you were the key I would be your door
Unlock me deep and talk dirty to me
Take me from behind I want to feel everything
You need not hold back
I am the bitch in the black
Undress me so slow
That it aches to my toes
Take me at will
I want to be thrilled
A woman denied
A woman who’s fell
Through the cracks, neglected
Feeling so oppressed
All I want is to see you undressed
Here I go fantasizing again
Blood rushing up to those places and then
I need to escape take a deep breath inside
There are even the times where I break down and cry
I need you, I want you, Please fill my void
Find me attractive and I will not avoid
Taking my clothes off, hiding the scars
Running deep they do, both inside and out
Kiss me, Kiss me, Hold me so tight
Make me feel like a woman tonight
Tell me you care and you think that it’s right
Let me be under you
While you take your time
Move me, Touch me, Push deep inside
Please let me share these feelings I hide
When I wake up
I know I have dreamed
Of you and me again in the sheets
Rolling and moving and speaking in tongues
Then I return to the reality that sucks
Please tell me it’s true when you look in my eyes
That you can see this poem
That I cannot hide
Reach for me and I will you
Until then a dream shall do
posted by The Woman of Nite at 11:12 PM
6 Comments:
Your energy is consistent. That is very valuable. I enjoyed these.
If I may ask, how did you find me?
Dear David, (I hope that it is okay to call you that.)
I thank you for visiting my Blog. You are the first one who has ever laid eyes on it and most certainly the first man. (Blush) I appreciated your comments and it is true that energy is not a problem for me! In fact I spend many a night writing. The photos are also mine, but I seem to have this endless problem of getting them loaded onto the site. Rather annoying if ask me.
I came across your Blog very late one night and noticed the area of updated sites. AS I am a newbie to this whole blogging thing I thought I would visit a few of the sites while taking a break from writing and yours just struck a cord. I cannot explain exactly why but I just liked the “feel” of your Blog. I found it raw in the sense that it seemed real. I found many of the sites that I visited either were fact based, Clique based, travel based or just trying to hard to be artsy. This is coming across as way too existential but the truth is I just connected with it. I am not sure if you included writingsfrom elsewhere, if not you have 2 very distinctive writing tones which is rather unique. By the way what is your favorite city, if I may ask, that you “lampooned” in on?
Considering we've shortly just exchanged thoughts, you may indeed call me David, though I wouldn't be surprised if I had you calling me something far far worse soon enough.
(Cough)
I adore how your work simply flows. I can hear short breaths being sipped within my mind.
Day or Night made my eyebrow rise.
My "favorite city" would be San Antonio, Tx.
Other than what's quoted, it's all mine. I will write anything; instruction books, poems, stories, recipes; anything.
Might I ask, what's a typical day for you?
Dear David,
It was so nice to from you. I hope this reply finds you well.
I have been to TX before for work but only in Dallas and Huston, both I found very interesting in an "I come from a non-cowboy city" kind of way. I like it though and found the people friendly and the men very courteous towards woman. There is something about "Pardon me Mam" that still just sends a nice little shiver down my spine. Being from Canada, the cold north, it's hard to get a man to hold a door without it slamming in your face. I love the south and its warmth. The only thing that bothered me was the huge stuffed cow head that hung directly over my bed. But we got comfortable with each other and I began to refer to him as Norman. LOL! Amazing amount of ladies with plastic surgery in your state! Any hoo... I do carry on.
I do not want to bore you. You are a "short" writer and I, the opposite.
Thank you for your compliments on my writings and I was interested to hear that Day or Night made you raise your eyebrow. Curious as to why. Could you elaborate?
An average day... well it varies for I have a 2.5 year old darling daughter and I work part time. I love to spend time with her and we have a lot of fun. I used to work seriously full time hours but when I had her I decided to try a little bit of slower pace and am enjoying the hours but not the pay-cut!
I love to write. (No kidding) I read like crazy, although not as much as I would like since having my daughter. I love to cook (and I mean really cook), love long drives with the windows down, music and more music, into movies of all times and genres, I love fairs, apple picking and taking photos. I have a lot of other loves but another of my likes relates to my old life in criminology and forensics (I have a MSC in the area) and often read books or watch programs on old cases or unsolved cases. That life is now far behind me. I lived in the USA for 7 years and loved every moment more than words can say.
Three mornings a week I am off to work. I usually meet up with my daughter when I am done and she either goes to sleep or we go on a “driving adventure”. I usually come home and design dinner, chat with neighbors and write/read/watch TV. A few nights a week I go out with the girls to a local pub with some amazing bands (including a Cuban fusion band) dance on tables…okay maybe not the tables. Well sometimes. We do have lots of fun. Sometimes I just like to go to the Canadian version of Barnes or Borders books and just have some time one my own. I scour the book section for something new and unusual and snuggle on their couches with a Vanilla Cream. And then there are the nights at Starbucks where I take my lap top and just write. I am looking forward to one day getting a form of an IPod so I can listen to music instead of the girl beside me talking about her last bad hair day or date. Yawn.
Okay… I have babbled on long enough. Sorry for the length. Now it is your turn…Regale me. And please have that (Cough) looked at (sly smile)
You take time with your photos.
How harsh is your editing?
I tend not to edit much. I enjoy a thin outline, then let the story tell itself. But, when doing larger pieces I follow the same road, but insist on correcting everything.
I basically use this sight as my warmup. I don't rant much. I speak when I like, I never say much, just what I believe matters.......Unless I get to know someone. I've enjoyed everyone that has been kind enough to share a part of their life with me. I'm not particularly close with my own family, except for my grandparents; I've known so many kind souls that have taken me into their lives.
(cough)head tilted toward cupped hand.
I must confess, I'm jealous. I miss playing with my cousin Valerie when she was 2. I miss changing her, feeding her, changing her again, changing my clothes because she threw up on me.
At times, I would be watching television, and Valerie would walk in, wearing one of my t-shirts, which is eight times bigger than her, but she liked it, I don't know. I let her keep it.
But, as the movie played, and she watched it, I would just watch her. I loved just watching her experience life. Sometimes she would catch me, and she'd smile, then go back to the movie.
I should have lost your attention by now, but if you're still reading this, I salute you.
Starbucks used to be my haunting place, but my work was always interrupted by that kindness gene we seem to have down here. I was never left alone. I am a person who enjoys some things a little more when there are no people around.
I said "some" things.
Day or Night was open, deliciously playful, and it kept going. I could hear my brain breathing again.
I also tapped my fingers to your newest one, Silence.
I actually do not edit my photos at all. What you see is what they are raw. As my computer is very old, I have limited power to do much with photos except store them. Thank you for the compliments on them though.
I read a little more on your site and I am curious to know what it is that you do. I get mixed messages about law and medicine. Unless it is a combo of both which is very cool.
I have to admit I am curious about you…I read your writings and it sounds as if you have lived a lifetime in a small period of time. I understand that very well. Although I am close to my mum and dad I have limited relationships with the rest of my family if any at all. I was very very very close to my grandmother who we lost 2 years ago yesterday. The pain is still very very deep and I often wonder if I have ever really dealt with the grief. I am blessed that at least she met my daughter, but miss her so terribly and as my daughter grows I know what a kick she would get out of her and my heart hurts all over again.
My daughter is so special and I love her so. She amazes me more and more each day.
Watching her experience life, as you put it, is amazing. We forget what it is like to discover life the way they do. I had a life changing experience about 10 years ago and my zest for life and adventure has definitely increased, but it does not compare to hers.
“…I could hear my brain breathing again.” I have to admit that is one of most different and cool statements that I have read in along time. I liked it a lot. I haven’t written anything for a while, no “mode” as the rappers say. I can’t hear a beat in my head right now, probably because the anniversary of my grandmother. Hoping to get it back soon. Been listening to some beat music hoping to find my mode again.
So… what do you look like? (If you feel comfortable)
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