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Sensation, Passion, missing You

Posted in Cashmereheart, Love, love letters with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 4, 2012 by Cashmereheart

My Everything,

I’m leaving you a token of my love,a peace of my heart is here with yours. The first time from you and it is going to pain me, but I know it is just the next step in our journey together. Once this is completed, then it’s one more step and I can finally feel rooted. I’m trying to keep my head up; for it is only a few days. I am so use to being close to you, touching you, loving you; I surely will go into shock. So you will have some making up to do my baby. You are my drug of choice ” Your love ”

There are 7 wonders in this world and I have found number 8, I think history needs to rewrite itself. But you will have to remain a mystery to others. As only I can benefit from the knowledge of such exquisiteness.

Baby doll, I love you will all of my heart, body and soul. I have dreamed dreams of you, but to have you in my arms and in my life is unbelievable. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, do you know this? You are my light in a world that is full of darkness, anger and doubt. With you, I feel alive; I have given a chance to experience love for the very first time and it feels so right.

I could rewrite the poets lines on love, on feelings, that infiltrate my thoughts about you,and the feeling which overcomes me, with sensation and passion, as I caress your sweet unclothed body. Oh my love, what you do to me!

I’m not even gone yet, but tears start to appear, because I am going to miss my lover so very much. I know you will consume my mind, every second of every hour. As the sun rest her head high in an ebony sky, and you lay your head down to rest, close your eyes my sweet love and let me gently send you kisses to your handsome face. Baby my heart is right there beside you. Do you feel me, my legs embracing yours, my love tracing your outer lips, my soul on a one way ticket to fullfillment?

I love you, I miss you and want to imagine your arms holding me tight. I’m missing your voice, hearing you softly whispering where’s my baby girl. I have to stop this pen to parchment or you will catch me sobbing and you will be heading my way, to see what is wrong. I’m just missing you already my love and I’m not even gone yet.

This song comes to mind. ” if my heart had wings, I would fly to you as you dream ”

My Love, My Life

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, love letters with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 3, 2012 by Cashmereheart

To my Love, my Life,

Each day with you, is a gift. There is no place I’d rather be than next to your side. You have taken me to a place I have never known before. When I look into your heart I see a gentle love.
Within morning mist, I sense your velvet touch. Strong arms embrace my body, like lilies embrace heavens rain. You are my everything, baby you are my wings of passion.
Without you in my life, I would depart this world, for I know now the LOVE and EMBRACE, PASSION and CARE, that a wonderful wonderful man has for this woman……

Thank you, my darling……..thank you, forever and a day………Muah!

I Love you more than you will ever no…….

©Cashmereheart

Forbidden

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, love letters, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 28, 2012 by Cashmereheart


My heart wanders the streets of loneliness, my thoughts to
deep to comprehend, shelved for another time. If I amble
between raindrops, won’t you notice the tears that descend from
my eyes are one with me?

As I see your face I long to hold you, the touch of your skin is
my desire. I fear of what lustful passion will nestle deep alone in the
shadows…

A misplaced feeling, a warm embrace, an affectionate kiss, is it
to much to hide? Two bodies that waltz interwoven in the
moonlight, sending-off a silhouette alongside a harvest moon.

Souls that merge into one, a feeling a heart never forgets ~
inspiring emotions out of lust…Hearts that fasten are hearts that
experience eternal love.

I want to love you like no other; your softness sends a
reminder of all that is missing. As you lay your hand upon my
breast ~ I quiver, my breath grows shallow ~ my scarlet lips
tremble.

Your kiss transcends my soul into a blustery storm. I’m losing
sight of all that I have held on to.

You have enlightened my heart. I hold on to you like the spirit
that has imprisoned exquisiteness of our youth.

Forbidden to feel such ecstasy, I immerse into your soul, like
the sand that slips through our fingers, to become one with the
tide yet again.

©Dani Thornton-Stock

Her heart better left untouched…….

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, love letters with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 7, 2012 by Cashmereheart

                                          

Her heart is fading; she witnesses it detached from her body, her insignificant silhouette exposed. Love becomes the pool of blood, she lies within, and it embraces her feeble remains drenched within oppression. Is this her fate?

  She loves him with everything that she is, but yet her feelings illustrate evidence, she is naught in his eyes, for if she was, he wouldn’t indulge her with such hatefulness. Her fragile spirit is concealed in the corner of their disheartened home. He doesn’t lengthen his palm in love or tend to her tears, or comfort her for the damages he has done. He seems to be imminent, often in an emotional threatening expression. His tone destroys her, he picks on her, he judges, he lashes out, and he tells her women don’t cry, where is your back bone. She hungers for intimately, yet his tones produces, find a whore. Should such vile words of expression flow from his untamed lips? She had risked it all, to come to him.

 How does her broken heart, maintain loving him, when his compassion level is that of a wild animal? How does she not become “Jaded “?  Her eyes become swollen beyond recognition, she has nowhere to turn. She gave him her heart, he promised to take good care of it, but he has allowed conditional love to control his mood swings, for his past controls his thoughts. 

She can dream and ponder thoughts of the man she fell in love with, but reality is “Blemishes in a hollow tree “there feels like, nothing is left. He constantly tells her, “I’m a good man “how does he know what that even is? His role model, someone whom treated him badly, picked on him, destroyed him at times, leaving him broken and bruised. But yet, her ears lend to the whispers, he also, was a good man.

Life is too short to live in pain, to feel the greatest broken heart that another human being can afflict on someone whom they say they love with all of their heart. Now she knows why, her heart was better left untouched.

She is exhausted; her tears emerge together within Gods streams, destination the endless sea. Is it too late to pick up the pieces, does she remember what her knees are for, or should she travel that lonely road again?

© Cashmereheart ~ Dani Thornton Stock