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Angel Bereaved

Posted in Love with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 6, 2012 by Cashmereheart

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Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, love letters, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on February 25, 2012 by Cashmereheart

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Your kisses are like none other, I have ever

encountered. With each sighting of your

 irresistible

 face, I seem to fall deep within

your charm. I see your reflection

 unfathomable within

my hearts windowpane.

Embers now burn bright; smoldering has

now come to a halt.

As I draw near to you, watching you taste

 our flesh ~ lavished in sweet nectar,

it is so sensual to me,

I see in your mind’s eye of who

I am…I intake of breath…I’m hushed…

My mind drifts, almost as we have

become transparent, leaving nothing

to the naked eye ~ illuminating silhouettes

dancing against an undressed wall.

Ravishing…. In my alluring lily-white body,

 holding me taut….

Kissing me until the morning light,

over takes the nightfall

which surrounds us.

Love me from beginning to end,

sift through my wounds

~ wipe my tears which cloud my

vision ~…

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Hopeless Romantic

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

Sir Hugsalot,

Do you know what that vision / emotion you have been searching for? Have you ever found anything close to that one place you speak of? I haven’t, but I know it is somewhere.

I have been tired of being strong for a long long time. I would have to agree my mind is quite strong also, but see a fragile side on the inside, that few ever see.

In your letter tonight, I see a very different you, a strong yet kind soul, one who needs to rest a while, one who maybe has been hurt, has given love ,only for it not to be returned .

Maybe you are like myself, strong on the outside, but the inside is crying out for a passionate lover, one that will enthrall the spirit. intense passion, kisses which linger, endless nights of pleasure, a touch which commences from velvet hands, finding a lost treasure, a person which posses the key to your heart, wiping absent all sadness.

Sweet dreams, Oceans of love and a kiss on every wave.

Hopeless Romantic

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

******Ignite my Passion******

Posted in Cashmereheart, Double edged sword of LOVE, Love, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 1, 2012 by Cashmereheart

What Is Love

It captivates our hearts and breaks our spirit. Burning flames

that ignite my passion is also the warmth ~ that softens my soul,

leaving behind nothing but ashes.

As I sift through the cinders of my heart, my hands become

tarnished…

Everything that I touch is affected. Is this truly the path I wish

to journey again?

Do the embers that burn bright in my heart frighten me? Is this

lingering incandescent glow, a frequent souvenir, of all that has

come to pass?

If I place my heart in a cocoon, do I free myself up to love again?

Thoughts that permeate the lining of my heart, are they strong

enough to extinguish all internal flames, before they consume me?

Are you the match that will destroy me, or the brook that will

quench my thirst and diminish all of my flames?

The scares in my heart are too deep to be seen, perforations

that toil in an uninhabited land, but held in your hand, will leave

an everlasting impressions, branded beyond understanding.

My external scares run rampant on my soul. So, I anticipate the love,

that will preserve my flesh and be the mist that infiltrates my passion.

Cashmereheart

Let fall our garments,shield our bodies by means of Truth ~

Posted in Cashmereheart, Love, Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 12, 2011 by Cashmereheart

Passion flares at the forbidden taste, which emerges upon the

foundation of innocent lips.

Take pleasure in, I have something to bestow you, a portion of

my heart, which you have longed for…

The afterthought remains overt; two hearts collide through

blamelessness of childhood magnificence.

Drizzling, Pink Sapphire kisses ~ showering from affectionate

colored skies, absorb within my flesh, like sweet-scented perfume

which envelopes the perimeter of thy heart.

Let fall our garments, shield our bodies by means of truth ~

truss our love, favorably on a magic carpet ride.

Destination, established dreams within mirror images, of two

souls enticing friction, sweet brow drippings designate a formula,

branded sweltering passion.

Lying amongst alabaster extremity, within unblemished

shallow meadows, my heart pulsates with the rhythm of your

smile.

For the hours of darkness are young, a rare find of childish

treasures, consummated after decades of searching, only to

detour back in time, en route for childhood magnificence.

Dani Thornton~Stock