Poem Emailed To Me! WoooHoooooo

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our Morning Meal

I wake in the morning
to the bright sunshine

And all I can think of is
you constantly on my mind

 

I awake to your sweet lips

I awake to your desire

Your sweet smile has
stoked my fire

 

I shower in the morning

To start my day

With you on my mind 
all I do is play

 

Your smile does sparkle

Your lips as sweet wine

Just want to hold you
and make you mine

 

I brush your hair

With tender care

And pull you to me, with
gentle care

 

I feel your passion

So vibrant, so strong

With you in my arms I
can do no wrong

 

I feel your sweet kisses

All over my neck

As I lay you sweet darling
on the wet shower deck

 

My kisses down on you

How delicious you feel

As I make you my darling
my morning meal

 

You arch towards me

Your lips in mine

As I eat at your table
and sup your sweet wine

 

Your body arches to me

Your moans I hear

As I suck your sweet lips
My darling My dear

 

Your passion erupts

Your waters freely flow

And then my dear we journey
into that wonderful glow

 

I think of you constantly

But that is just one part

For my darling, my baby,
you have captured my heart

 

Your tender smile, carresses

And soft sweet kiss

Oh darling of that I really do miss

 

Your body is nourishment to my soul

But darlling your heart is

What makes me whole.

 

Kent B (c) copyright 2006

I AM A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Am A Beautiful Woman

 

I am a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, with a beauty that doesn't wash off. I earned it, unearthed it,
rescued it like a jewel in the dust, picked it up and made it shine.
For years, I did not see it, though I sensed it was there. Now it dazzles and thrives.
I am healthy, capable, independent, strong yet still so fragile, floored by a sigh. My body is
that of a creator.....angles meeting curves, hardness drifting into soft.
I am mother, daughter, sister, lover to myself. Embraceable and brave, I extend my heart.
My body is home, my home a shrine to life, comfortable, warm and rich with treasures.
Mine is the scent of hot spices caught in a breeze, mine the laughter that wings through
the door. I share myself only with those who honor me as I am and protect myself, my
house, and my time from invaders.
I search for my center in the midst of chaos, practice peace as wild dogs clamor in my
mind. I use power for the greater good, release rage in neutral settings, with no one
innocent in the line of fire.
I am learning how to persist and when to let go, am willing to feel all emotion stop their
depths and exaltations, to wake up in every nerve and no longer am afraid of my life.
Both my beauty and strength transcend age, time and perhaps even this lifetime.
Each day I am new, yet more at home in myself. Moment by moment, I create my world. 

AC (c) copyright 2006

All Rights Reserved

Sleep My Lover

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sent to me by my lover.....

 

Sleep in Peace,Contentment,Bliss

 

May you sleep

The sleep of peace

                               my beauty

 

I will watch over you

Protect you

                              my lover

 

Feel my breath upon your nape

My eyes upon your fairness

                               my queen

 

Know that I look upon your fairness

Revel in your gentleness

                                my dearest

 

Sleep the sleep of peace

                                 my lover

 

Kent

 

I WILL ALWAYS BE YOURS, IF.......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I live in a PINK WORLD with BLUE AURA'S. It is said I have healing powers.
I heal your inner being. The parts you think are no longer their. I see the goodness
in you no matter what you think you are. I bring a roaring fire to you,blazing to
the hottest points. I bring a Passion into your world that makes you feel you'll
drown in it. I bring a peace to you ,a calming effect you hunger for constantly!
I bring a warmth to you that surrounds you with the feeling of love and content-
ment you hunger for.I bring passionate desires to you ,you grasp to hold onto
to keep you in ecstacy. I bring beauty into your soul you strive to hold,
to capture for your eternity. I bring you a light of warmth you cannot go without.

I am me,I am all you  will ever desire,crave,need,want,charish, to fullfill
you.
In order to keep me,you must not contain me in any maner,you must let me
fly free to keep being me.

If you try to change,bind,restrick,confine,redisign,
me in anyway,the lonlyness within you will eat you a live to your very soul!!

You will live in true emotional pain for the rest of your days,and your nights
will be never ending to you,and your dreams will be full of you reaching out
to grasp me to you, only to find I have slipped away.......I wasn't really
their after all.

Gone, but for the painful longing within your every fiber
of your being....the feeling I am their all around you, within you,life will
become dark cloud s of  memories of illusive meanderings through out
your very mind.

This I promise,for I am LOVE to the TENTH DEGREE!!!!

There are those of you who have tried to keep me souly to YOU,and PAYED the
PRICE. I to pay a price,small compared to yours. Deep sadness is my price.For
the moment, untill someone moves in to capture me again,to which I move on
willingly, hoping you have learned, to RISK, TRUST,BELIEVE in you, to hold
the very essense of me.

I am LOVE for all to drink in their fill,to wrap themselves in,to emerse your very
soul in! I am LOVE, to be felt,lost in,consumed by,to wrap yourself in as needed!

I am the ALL of ALL you will ever DESIRE!! Let me be free, and I
will always be with YOU!

Risk! Trust! Believe!!

LET ME BE ME, ALWAYS FREE TO BE, LOVE !!

(c) COPYRIGHT 2006

AlexaCarpenter

Poem , Lost Love

 

 

 

 

 

Fleeting Moments of Us

Fleeting moments of us they come and go,as thoughts of you conjur in my head, I surly know forgetting you just seems a task in vain,as I'm standing  at
the window looking out at it rain.
Remembering the strength of your loving strong embrace, and how laying
in bed talking,with your finger you'd trace my face. Your lips so tender,
so gentle,your penatrateing tongue to raise  my passion, how you caressed
my hair as was your fashion.
The feel of your hands caressing my body,right from the begining,knowing
where,and just when, you played me like a fine rare violin. The feel of
your breath as your probing my ear, tasteing, licking ,over there,over here.
Oh,God the pleasure you brought to me,how a live,desired,loved you
made me feel.
 I know it wasn't your intention for anyone to get hurt,you had to know
 once I found out that my reaction would be curt, loving you at someone else's expence in not something I could live with, I know how you didn't want to,I  know now you do understand and see,how I couldn't or I
wouldn't do that which had been done so inhumanly to me.
 So,here I am on another rainy day, thinking of you,living the pain,standing
 in my window and gazing out at the dammed dammed streaming down
rain.

by Alexandra Carpenter  ©copyright

Poem ( Secret Service Agent)

 

 

 

 

 Coming Out of The Fog

When you peel the veil of fog from away from your face,

letting the sun warm it from the cold,

dense air,and damp wetness,

come talk to me of far away places,

deeds that have long been done,

and the many mysterys of the world,

I do not know ,can hardly imagine.

I want to hear,I will listen.

by Alexandra Carpenter
(c) copyright

Dedicated to Carl Osborn

Won the International Library of Poetry Contest 2006

 

 

Poetry of Love's Desire

                 

 

 

 

                           Adrian's Passion 

I swear I see him in the rising sea mist,
connection with him I can't resist.

I am over whelmed by the effect his words  have on me,

never met in person,I am weak in the knees.

His sexy,devilish eyes,lips that promise to surprise,

oh how his words make the fires in me rise...

His desires so graphic in design,

I read them over,and over to keepsake them in my mind.

He meets my every challenge,

of my every blazing desire in messages he leaves.

I have no dout he'll more then meet them if we

ever were to really meet.

Till then,I stare out at the sea,the mist is getting thicker,
it seperates I swear. Tentrils of mist like fingers,reaching 
toward me as I'm standing their. 

Oh,is it wishful thinking,my desires in me playing with my mind,my eyes. 
I hear him whispering my name,my eyes widen with surprise.

Oh,look is that?No, it can't! Yes! I swear ! His face, there in the mist,coming
closer.....his desire in his eyes.....closer!! .......Yesssssss Yesssssssssss

by AlexaC  April 08
(c)copyright 2006

All Rights Reserved

Poetry of Love Found

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MY ROBERT,MYLOVE April 11, 2006

 

My Robert,My Love

 

When I first talked to you, I didn't know what to say,
But the more we talked , the more my heart gave way.

Now, when I think of you,and how you changed my life,
I can't imagine a day without your light.

You light up my day, as if you were the sun,
You are that sense of completion, when my
day is done.

 

You are my strength,and wisdom,and the keeper of my heart,
who's grip never weakens, even when we're apart,

I think of you all day,and dream of you all night,every night
I wish that you could be here to hold me tight.

You are always on my mind, no matter what time of day,
even when I shouldn't, I think of you anyway.

 

Thank you for your smile,and your light that fills my dreams,

you always make it brighter no matter how dark it seems.

 

You are a very special gift, sent for me to love.

 

by Alexandra Carpenter

(c) copyright 2006

All Rights Reserved

My Aquarius Profile

Sun in Aquarius



When Alexandra was born, the Sun was in the Sign Aquarius, the Rebel, the Genius, or the Exile. Alexandra's basic sanity and vitality depend on a constant diet of experiences that many people might consider strange, eccentric, or at least grossly impractical. The key here lies in the realization that every culture, society, and family is inherently conservative, an observation which typically applies even more stringently to sub-cultures -- try being a hippie with a crew-cut, a New Ager who doesn't think "organic is better," or a rapper with the brim of her cap facing forward! Add one more point: for Alexandra, the experiences that are inherently invigorating and meaningful happen to be ones that are culturally encoded as "a little weird." So: the saner she becomes, the more unusual she will look! It's as simple -- and as complicated -- as that. There is so much  potential for questioning and doubting all the "received wisdom" of the world in Alexandra that she will either trust that path no matter where it leads her -- or wind up releasing that defiant energy in pointless ways: various symbolic rebellions, icy emotional detachment, and general contrariness. Naturally, anyone who is wired to understand her is not going to be someone of a militantly, nervously conventional character! No such person could follow Alexandra very far down the road of her free-spirited, independent destiny.

WOW!!! Bring him on if he exsist!!!! A hell of a man !! Where to hell is he!!! Not here in
this world surly!!!! That is me alright!!.......CRAZYBITCH!!!!!  THE BEST!!!

(c)copyright 2006