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25. LurkingFrom my dark room I see right
Into yours filled with light
Gossamer courtains frame the scene
Of you staring at your T.V. screen.
I have no need for T.V.
You're all I want to see
But there is that man by your side
Who doesn't deserve you, I wish he died
I watch you leaving for work
While in my room I lurk
Hours pass and patiently I wait
For you to return home about eight
I see him kissing your lips
And his cursed finger tips
Desecrating your skin so fine
You shouldn't be with him you should be mine!
I left my dark room and went outside
Wait in the shadows where I did hide
And I wait for you to walk by
The attack was quick, just a sigh
Was heard before you fell
Down, it all went so well
Now we're together, my dear
But why, why are you in fear?
Please forgive me gagging you
Something I had to do
Your screaming was so very loud
That's why to speak you are not allowed
What is wrong you look so sick
Is this another trick?
So you can try to get away
Just like you did on the oth
Heaven on Earth.He pulls me into his arms and a warmth rushes through my body as they snake possessively about my waist. I can't help but smile, feeling my heart begin to beat crazily in my chest at his proximity. Everything about him draws me closer, so much so that it still surprises me after so many months together. Though the time has been quite short, it feels as though I've known and loved him forever, this coming as a reassuring feeling.
His hands tenderly caress the small of my back, the tips of his fingers brushing over the thin strip of bare skin left uncovered by my top. His own upper body is bare on this beautifully warm day - the air too muggy for such dispensable clothing - and my hands move instinctively to rest on his broad chest. I smile to myself as I feel him shiver at the feather-light touch of my hands. He returns the smile with a sweet one of his own, and the sight of it makes my heart melt. Stretching up on tiptoe I let my lips brush over his, kissing the corner of his upturned
I'm 33 years-old and a new digital artist. I only started my art 6 months ago and I still have a long way to go.|
I used to write poems and short stories, but lately I think my imagination is getting me to a different state.
I have an amazing and supportive better half and he's the one supporting me behind the scenes and giving me will to carry on. I also have a 10 year-old daughter who is the light of my life and it's for her that I want to leave a legacy, so she can look back and be proud of her mother.