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Lulu's Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
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Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensenwww.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
Darkness inviting me To Wonderland My eyes closed Lips wet and open Whispering your name. I have gone mad Hands caressing My own body Fast and slow Soft and firm. Moon light flirts gently With my female curves Magical darkness Leads me to roads With no destination. Only desire and curiosity Of what is awaiting me What’s gonna happen When I call for you And out of the darkness You come alive?.. ~ Lulu © Lulu’s Secret Desires
© Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
Leaning down To the place you’ve been Searching for your scent And your fingerprints Holding to the memory Of our magic night Moaning to each single touch Screaming on the inside. Lips repeat your name Pinned down to the wood Gosh! I love you so Like I knew, I would! My body is an instrument In your steady hands You find the tangents out in me I didn’t knew, I had. But even love songs come to end Until the next is sung I’m leaning down to where you’ve been And searching for your scent. ~ Lulu © Lulu’s Secret Desires
© Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
Touch me. Not my body… My soul. Undress me. Not my clothes… Take the years of longing for you, layer by layer. Kiss me. Not just my lips, but the very essence of me. Call me. Not by my name. Call me Yours. Need me. Not today or tomorrow. Always. Love me. Not because of who I am, but who you are… ~ Lulu © Lulu’s Secret Desires
Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
Looking over my shoulder To the man I desire To the one I know With my eyes closed. Every inch of his body… Every single curve Recognizable by my fingers In the darkest night… And that smirk of his Eyes and lips combined In that one expression Tease without the strip… Sexy Devil playing his game Rules written In smirks and eyes… Step in, honey, and get your prize! ~ Lulu © Lulu’s Secret Desires
© Lulu’s Secret Desires by Veronika (Nika) Jensen www.facebook.com/lulus.secret.desires
Love letter- Andrea Cleofe
In my embrace, found shelter from the cold
Long awaited, you threw off your sorrows
On my side, we cuddled , you feeling bold
Void of worries, we now have tomorrows
Evenings with you are more than delightful
Young lovers like us are peaceful in mind
Ours is a love that make some spiteful
United together makes me more kind
Summers past up to now is amazing
One couldn't have predicted the outcome
My interferences got us blazing
Unabashed I am since you're my loved one
Changes have begun but it's all just fine
Having you besides me just makes me shine
Band-Aid
I use to write about love as if it was something from heaven above. Now that I am older I have seen that it is just a Band-Aid. Band-Aid to put over emotional scars and wounds that go deeper so much more deeper than the surface of the skin. Because as far as the world is concerned you haven’t been made whole until you cut yourself a part with the deepest of sin.
Now I see that a child innocence is no longer considered something to be treasured but something to be feared. Cause what’s more scarier than being told that the world is full of fairy tales only to learn that the villain is really who is followed and revered and that love doesn’t conquer all. Because if love is a Band-Aid I don’t want it. Because what sort of person would I be if I asked for a Band-Aid at the age of 20? Because growing up means that you don’t need a Band-Aid that you let it fester and rot because that’s what it means to be tough. And if you don’t like it then that’s rough. Because when you get older you learn that the world doesn’t serve you everything on a silver platter. And that band aid that you called love becomes nothing more than a twisted excuse of a satire. So again I say that if love is a Band-Aid I don’t want it. Because my wounds are so much deeper there isn’t a Band-Aid that you have that can cover up my cuts and bruises. Because if love is a Band-Aid then what happens when it comes off? You can still see the scar that’s left on the surface mocking you for your weakness. Sure did the trick when you were five or six because back then before your mother blew out the candle stick she said it’s fine everything’s going to be alright. There aren’t monsters under your bed that are going to come out at night. And you trusted her not knowing that she was feeding the lies that she had been taught to tell you before you sleep, because what could a mother say When she knows that there’s a wolf amongst her sheep. When you rest your pretty head in knowing that that Band-Aid would take all the pain away. You didn’t notice how it fell off every other day. So she would put one back on every cut and scrape that you got. Because her child was the only reason she could forget that on her back was a target spot. So again I say that if it love is a Band-Aid I don’t want it because I want to feel the pain that this world has given me because it gives me strength and wisdom to know about the wolf in sheep’s clothing that I pass on the street every day. Because the only way that Band-Aid can help me now is if it takes my eyes shut. So I didn’t see any more of what this world has to offer. Because I tasted Crow, given to me by a snake who already injected its venom into its blood. And in this world you either make your own antidote are you put a Band-Aid over it and tell yourself you’re fine, but if you do that you die. And the rest of us are already too old and broken down to cry.
is that what we call love;
a desire to get lost in someone's soul and never be found?
to get lost in their eyes?
to get lost in every single detail about them?
if it's so, then oh boy, we're so in love.
with every passing day, with each passing minute; i love him more.
whenever i look at his face i feel like I'm looking at my future,
his face is the one i want to kiss a million kisses
his cheeks are the ones i want to wipe the tears off of it
his lips are the ones i want to be locked with mine forever
his body is the one i want to be intertwined with every night
his soul is the one i want to love and protect forever
he is my present, my future and my forever
