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LET'S GIVE THEM SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT
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REDISCOVERY OF DEBORAH
I WALKED THROUGH LIFE AS ANY WOMAN WOULD HAVE, FANTASIES THAT I KEPT TO MYSELF, PLEASURE WAS ONLY FOUND IN MY MIND, THAT I ALONE EXPLODED, WHICH DID NOT REACH THE SOURCE OF MY WORLD,
THE ACT OF LOVE MAKING WAS A SECRET, YES GOOD, BUT ENJOYABLE SOMETIMES, FAKING IT, A GOOD PERCENTAGE,
DESIRE, BEDDED ME, SELDOM, ONLY MY WANTS, MY NEEDS, KEPT ME GOING, WHICH EXISTED INSIDE OF ME, HIDING FROM THE OUTSIDE WOLRD, AS I ASKED FOR KNOW MORE, ASHAMED AND AFRAID TO PLEAD MY CASE TO HUNGER,
SO I WALKED AWAY, STARTING SOMETHING KNEW, THAT FEEL APART, BORED I TRIED, BUT THE MONTHS OF AGONY CAME FORWARD, AND ANOTHER BEGAN,
ALONE IT ENDED WITH ME, SULTRY YES, THAT MUCH I KNEW,
DEMANDING YES,
PLENTY PLAGUED MY MIND, TUGGING AT MY SOUL, TRAPPED BY IT, I RESOLVED LONLINESS, AS I GAVE INTO NOTHING, YES MY OWN MIND I HATED, IT SPOKE WORDS THAT I WANTED TO, IT TAUGHT ME TO SPEAK ALOUD, AND I CRIED FOR IT'S ATTENTION, IN MY NIGHT'S I COULD NOT SLEEP, I ASKED IT QUESTIONS OVER AND OVER AGAIN, IT BECAME MY WELL TO KNOW, TO SAY,
TO BE, TO LIVE, TO UNDERSTAND, AS I DID, I GAVE WANT IT’S HIDDEN SECRETS, THAT WENT TO BED WITH ME ALONE, SUROUNDED BY MY PILLOWS,
I BECAME THE PICTURE IMAGE OF ONE, AS I SAT UP THINKING THOUGHT'S TO SAY WITH PRIDE, THE WILL TO BE, WAS MY SUGGESTION OF UNDERSTANDING, MY PAIN, MY GROWTH TO IN THE PLACE I AM,
ANOTHER COULD NOT GIVE ME PEACE,
MY PENALTY, WAS PLEASURABLE, GIVING ME THE PEN TO SAY MY WORDS AS I DID, I MISSED NOTHING, NO SUBJECT I COULD NOT TALK ABOUT, I WAS OPEN FOR DISCUSSION,
PERSUASSION CAME TO MIND, BUT PATIENCE REFUSED, SO I STOPPED,
SUFFICIENT, FELT SILENT, ALONE I STRESSED NOTHING MORE,
MY DIRTY DEEDS BROUGHT ME TO HERE, A WRITERS DREAM, OF WORDS PUT INTO THE MINDS OF THOSE THAT FORGET TO LIVE, TO KNOW, SO THEY READ ME IN PEACE, UNDER THE SHEETS ALONE, BEHIND CLOSED DOORS, SO IN PEACE I SET, WHISPERING MY WORDS, GIVING THOUGHTS OF PLEASURE,
I READ ME BACK AGAIN, AS I NEVER DID, AN I LIKED IT'S PORTRAYAL OF LIFE,
MY PORTFOLIO, HELD THE MYSTERY OF ME,
A WRITERS DREAM,
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
2/21/2005 |
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Excellent write; thanks for sharing, Deborah! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D |
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| Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel) |
2/20/2005 |
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Deborah:
This is good write. Everyone has dreams. Without dreams life would be so dull and wasted. Well-done!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o) |
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| Reviewed by Judy Lloyd |
2/20/2005 |
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| Well you sound a lot like me in that if they are going to talk then give them something juicy to talk about. |
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