Free

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Free

With you I feel free

The time has come to play

With each other

No names, no faces,

Just games.

Silk or satin

Leather or lace

So many decisions

Not enough time

To make the right one

Mmm! It feels so good

The way the feather lite

Touches of your hands skim

Their way across my body

The look in your eyes says you love

It while your mouth is whispering

Sweet nothing across my chest

And in my ear

Don’t stop—don’t ever stop!

Your hands drive me crazy

Zigzagging their way up and down

Memorizing every part of my body

Stroking away the pain

Allowing in the ecstasy

As the waves roll in

Thrusting me against the surf!

The sky has shattered and

The sun shines again

As reality breaks through the fog

With you I am free!

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

CherokeePrinces’s Poems (41)

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Secret Smile 2
Wondering, Hoping... 1
Shadowed Maze 0
The End 2
The River Way 4
Stalking Grace 3
Good vs Evil (revised) 2
Lost in the Nothingness 1
Knife 1
Shadow Dancer 5
What Do You See... 5
The Joys of Being a Ball 2
God isn't a Hitman 2
Nazi Prisoner 1
Lieutenant Kaiser 0
Scratches 1
God’s View 1
Flash 0
Grandfather Wolf 4
Tears of Sand 1
Falling 1
Treasure 0
Eyes Opened 2
Soldier Of My Heart 1
Come Away... 0
Lightning 0
Free 0
Good vs. Evil 1
… Beyond The moon… 2
Messed Up 2
Serenity 1
One shot 2
I’m Lost 0
Streets A Flame 3
Broken Leash 1
Jail 2
Soldiers In A Row 3
Choices 2
Are You Listening? 3
The Weeping Willow 5