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 Added: Dec 8, 2007  
 Owner: Plaedies
 Total Stories: 4


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Burning Candles
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This is a poem I wrote about a girl I once knew. She had the desire to be with another woman but was so afraid of what everyone else would think that she kept it hidden from almost everyone. Well, everyone but me. That's why I wrote this for her. When she read it she cried and said how amazing it was that I seemed to capture what was in her heart and mind. I told her that, to me at least, it was as obvious as the nose on her face. I didn't think imy writings really did her any justice, actually. There was so much more to be said and I think I fell short. But, she liked it and that is all that really counts. Well, anyway, here is the short poem I wrote for her. I am putting it out here as my tribute to her...


Burning Candles

Some candles burn hot... but still my bed grows cold.
Is the ending known before the tale's told?
The one that I am seeking may never arrive.
I'm a woman who is lost in between two lives.

The storybook life is not one I have known...
The secrets I've held make me feel quite alone.
Did they all combine to make me feel this way,
Those fears that arose when night swallowed the day?

My passion lay dormant behind my dark eyes,
Revealing nothing except all the empty goodbyes.
I have chased the truth but uncovered the past;
Men with their meaningless whispers, not meant to last.

And I feel it inside, just out of my reach
A need to be whole, someone new to unleash.
Those who surround me could never understand
My demons, locked up by my own slight of hand.

I've come to realize I can no longer hide
My burning desire for that woman's touch...
The soft, silky flesh and the curve of her waist;
Warm, full lips, parted, for me to taste.

Our bodies intertwined, curious tongues dart...
Moist and eager, the building passion will start
To unleash all that I am deep in my soul.
My candle burns hot, now my bed won't be cold.

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