|
Details |
Fiona Chambers Poem
I want to lay naked with you and play with the soft curly springs of your head
Shades of brown and shade of red
Look at your nose, so cute and adorable,
Is this a womans love?
Wait let me wipe the make up off your face,
I want to see your pure
And I want to brush the tips of my fingers over your laced breast,
Let us sit down, so we can be more relaxed.
Would you like something to drink?
Water, tea, me??
The light streaming from you is so drawing,
It is drawing me here....
I know you don’t want me like that and I don’t want to commit just now
But this feels right, even looking at your hard nipples, your soft breast,
The way your have shaved your furrow between your legs
Now you have them crossed, don’t be shy, I am….
Okay let's close our eyes and just see,
that’s all.....
Lets hold hands and just see,
that's all....
I won't touch, if you don’t want me to just yet
But you can touch me anywhere you like, even just my hair
Or we can play, have dinner, a movie, a walk?
I just want to watch you right now and
watch your lips move slowly as you talk
Talk about your dreams and things you are not sure on
I want to watch your chest move up and down as your breathing nervously
We have a few things in common right, your are here with me now
Would you like a back rub, or a shower?
Just keep your eyes closed, it will feel better.
Just keep them closed and feel me with you.
Copyright © Fiona Chambers | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Fiona Chambers Poem
A blow to move the fine hairs that creep down the back of your neck
a gaze on the lips of your ears, as you wonder in confusion, what shall happen next
The soft black satin on your bronze skin
The spark in your eye
the quiver of your skin as my fingers glide over your exposed skin
the rush of your fingers as I ask you to pin your hair up
the darkness of your nipples
the red of your facial blush
squat over a stool, so I can make you turn in circles
my moment, my you
point your toes together and your knees too
don't look at me, I will look at you
quickly remove your lace breast holders and then hold your breast up
stand slowly, I want to see how your muscles form
turn around quickly, so I can see your body rumble
spread your legs, bend, bend some more, bend all the way over..
the tracked white lace on your black cotton thong pleases me
I am glad I don't have to tell you how to have some damn class
drop those hands to your hips, pull those stockings tighter up
come over here, this blade will remove what you were not born with
and this cold will make you rush.
get on your knees, no stand-up, kneeling is too common for a girl like you
stand, stand on this bed and look down on me, I will hold you up so you don't fall
bounce so I can see your breast move in rhythm
in fact, step down, so we can dance, I have not danced in years
a delightful woman, a delightful hour, yes I want us to dance
relax, lay your back to my chest, as we sway, side to side
trance.... beat, rhythm, move to the sound of my voice
I will catch you if you fall, I will catch you if you fall
breath in your own breath, so I can know how I am making you feel this evening
everyone you know will not matter, who matters is in this room, me and you,
with only water to hydrate you as I want you pure
soft, tight bronze fat skin
beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
I am beholding you, please don't talk.
ladyfi Dec 1 2013
Copyright © Fiona Chambers | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Fiona Chambers Poem
They said a ticket to a man's heart is his stomach!
seduce him with a hearty meal and a strong drink and you have his attention and maybe,
possibly, friendship for life. I know many of them, men that is, I know many for life. They
search, they hunt, the lurk like trolls too sometimes, but I see the innocence within them
and they try and they struggle.
When a man is pushed, he can make some crazy choices, many he can't reverse... and for
what? the high? his pride won't let him bow? to admit he is not always strong! and mostly
weak and he beats himself up hourly, daily, what has he done wrong, how can he live that
dream? how can he live out his desires.., his little dark secrets from whence he was a BOY.
BOY or man... what the hell does it matter? The time is now, he can only think for the
moment because nature has him this way. Is extreme his choices of fun? Exotic meat on a
grill? burnt black on the edges and aroma of it in the air... or a slab of curves and with dark
hair on a table. All one in the same.
Does he search for a mate or a slut, a whore..... what do you call them.... the one with no
strings attached and she lets you do what you want? perfection? or have you found a
computer that has welcomed your virus and now you are in control. For even if you let her
lead you very well and know that you still have her in your control.... it's okay, I would
have done the same or more had I been born with balls.
So now what? Well... you will never have the skeleton key for all these locks, Walk or Run
to each door, open...close...open..close.. Don't look down the end of that hall Sir, it gets
further and further. Turn around and look behind you, you can't even count all those
doors...
So what to do? nothing you can do, it's in your nature. Your mind will only give you so
much information, just like a search engine on a computer, also invented by your kind. you
will have to carry on with the game of Breast, men in vest and fine SUV's, Curves and
****** round-a-bouts and fetish delights.
P.S: try flipping your meat on the grill more often, it helps too with spice.
Copyright © Fiona Chambers | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Fiona Chambers Poem
Yes they have their university degrees and wealthy accounts, but they are not yours. darling....
They don’t know you too,
How to please you that is.... and you please them, its rules..
You ask for a dance in the rain and they give you some laime
story of why and no, and maybe so
And who they used to be way back when they where young,
In your admiration for them you wait in faith for a kiss on the cheek, but you got none
They ask you instead if you wanted onions or leeks in this receipe….
Then suddenly your mind goes a drfit like a wodden small boat by the lake
You are thinking about her again, who you never met.
You have been introduced to women,
others but they seem so ruff for my delicate body.
She needs to be soft and be blushed when she see me
She wont think selfishly about herself, it will be about us.
Even when folding lundry and enhaling the scents of lavendar will
lt be insanly passion and a joy
It will be a peak of heaven….
The lints will fall from the clothes freshly done.. and you will see them fall like angels from heaven, in the ray of light, light cracking through the curtains.
She thinks by biting her buttom lip and leaving it wet, unmindfully... I leave her alone to be herself.
The delight to hear her laugh and scream with excitement and happiness
Of just being around me. Makes me feel complete
Her scent of sun dried clothes, her cotton breast holders, her panty with a hole
Im laughing because she is frustrated that she has ruined the perfect dinner
That I love..... and it's okay, but not for her...
She is sick now and I am worried that she will be gone.!!!!!! and she brushs my awful hair, so dry. And short and poorly cut,,,,,,
and she whispers and say don’t worry…….
I hate her for that, don’t worry, I hated her for saying that…
Our love was for life and not for sex, it was sensual.
Now I am here alone and I cant find her, did she stay in another life or is she here
I cant find her…
Is she back as a man or a women
I need you! For us to complete why were are here.
Just try and find me, im trying to find you.
Darling we write and we travel they are one in the same. please find me!
Copyright © Fiona Chambers | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Fiona Chambers Poem
What are you looking at?
why are you in that tub with a blindfold?
Pulled across to one side of your head?...odd
Do you want to see or no?
Do I know you?
There is no water in the tub. and its so cold in here at least 60 degrees...
This bathroom is unusually large, walls are bone white, but dirty..
large as a dinning room for 30 guest or more.....and you are in the centre of it
Why won't you talk or say something?
Are we in a old dinning room?
you are just staring at me with one eye covered.... this won't help you know!
Okay obviously you want me to figure out another clue...
I can do that, but you must answer my questions
please?
Who are you, why did you bring me here?
and what are you staring at on the ceiling or are you just day dreaming
hmmmm............. this is weird.
Should I whisper make it warmer in here?
I will sit here until you give me something, an answer.....
why am I in a bathroom with a naked you....
A naked pale white woman with a hunter green satin blindfold
Did you know Elizabeth too?
.
Copyright © Fiona Chambers | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Fiona Chambers Poem
You see I am from perfection, in perfect world.....
I am here to tell you what you don't know...
what I think you need to know....
should know...
Yes, you are my invention..
Yes you have the choice to choose, only because I am curious, just like you..
but what fool would say no...being nursed, after a stab to the heart
For love.?... I am more than your "love" and I don't feel!
you are weak and dying and feel everything
I will protect you, but you must allow me to control everything of you
for your sake, you are your own destruction
Say yes with everything you have left
it will be hard, you will cry and want it all to end
but you are constructed to bare much
you keep busy to ignore me! I become rage!
to tune out my voice!
look around you! LOOK!
with full force, let me control you!
you had many chances, opportunities, all gifts from me
you in your stubborn pride turn them down
so I punished you, yes I was harsh, but only to get your attention
now... listen to me very carefully
and stop horsing around
your gifts are like lightning on the darkest night
you want friends and love and people around
we have been here before and you know the outcome
focus!
focus and spend time with me
I will hurry and help you
you belong to me alone
and where we meet you have no voice, I enjoy that
We meet in SILENCE...in your STILLNESS
and you enjoyed it too, I know boasted to the others
you never see my face, its for your own good
Love, I don't know what it is, but does it matter? Tell me...
I am what you need, what you wanted all these years has poisoned you
understood...... no need to answer, it was not a question.
(c)LadyFiOct282013GD
Copyright © Fiona Chambers | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Fiona Chambers Poem
Yes you are right, I was in a room where I was killed
And they were women all around me...
I'm glad I died that death and now have been reborn
Reborn to more alert...
To touch, hightend my senses
To love, to hate, to feel a broken heart
To allow you to use my body as you wish for your entertainment
While let my mind wonder on visions of things I want to complete in this life
Be-fore- I -die
Or face a new channel and new world, I just hope its not what the christians say.
My God, the head made me with so much flare,I know I make him happy
I feel somethimes I know him as if we met?.
Angels, demons, friends and enimes
Liars and saints
Charities and debts
Aging, dying bodies , what are you doing here again?
You are not truly happy with this mask of being different.
You probe your bodies
but then what after the all this thrill?
You live normal vanilla lives until five PM
The agongy…. Of not being free and not being able to be completely free
No matter how much money you have.
Ladyfi xixixixix Sep 16
Copyright © Fiona Chambers | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Fiona Chambers Poem
It felt so…. very, very good (oooo… squirming my body, left to right)
You know when ones’ forehead is knitted?
It’s that kind of good... Very good.
The cool of the cotton sheets, over my leg, feet,
I’m spread out like an eagle, as I go into a spiritual orgasm
Gripping pillows and smelling fresh clean scents sheets.
A body then places its weight on me,
It’s heavy
Like a healthy strong man well in control of me.
Gliding his fingers in with mine, then gripping them tightly...
His breathing becomes harder, along with mine
We are now intertwined ….
He is familiar, maybe he is early and wanted to surprise me,
But I can’t see him, he is so heavy on top of me...
It does not matter, this moment is full of climax!
Of high strong sexual energies,
Like a burst of huge fireworks and the cry of a violin…
I don’t want this to end…please don’t think...
I’m thinking it’s him, how else would one get in this house
He goes on and smells my neck
Passionately we felt
I reach my hands for his soft thick hair.
Could it be? Then my eye blaze in fear!
This is a stranger, how did he get in here! Is it too late now for me?
He smells once more, I’m perfumed in coconut musk all over my neck
the voice then whispers and say: “this is the norm here”
I rolled over, as I could not fathom why he was talking in dark sarcasm
it was not who I had expect or what I had expected.
It moved from between my legs and sadly left
I never want to feel that way again, the heated passion followed by a dead confusion
yes human was its form, but it was not human at all…
Copyright © Fiona Chambers | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Fiona Chambers Poem
I will open your eyes here
I will open your eyes there…..
You can trust me, there's no need to fear
You are not like the others
Your beauty have me in a spell
I want to taste you, but I can't touch
I write you lalabyes, but can you even tell?
Same name, same frame
But you are not the right one
My mind drives and spilts double,
my mind is evil and I can't rely on her. ….
Why do stare at me in uncomfortable
Please believe me when I say, this was not a bad perspective
Don't be soundless like a virgin mare
I'm a disease in every way it means
I have to be a man, just made of steel
I smile to you, but I know I'm going to die…
Please accept my gift, it brings out the glow of your skin
I will never meet another of your kind
Beautiful, gentle and smart
Good bye the deception in my eyes
Copyright © Fiona Chambers | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Fiona Chambers Poem
If I sleep by force then I won't know if I was painful or not.
Damn that coke was flat... Yuk!
You see.. I say things that know one takes seriously, not even the police
I have a mad man on my case and he won't let me be...
One glimpse and he is hooked, questioning, wondering, stalking
And I am alone, I sleep
I sleep by force
Move away, yes I can
Leave everything I worked hard for because of one man...
Death is death, by soul or the physical..
He began holding on after I let go...
I held on for 13 years, then no more
No trust, No care, yes I do believe there was love.... there was
When and where do you draw the line...
I went with my gut, and made to regrets
He see's he was wrong and I was ye thee innocent
I pray he stops, stops seeing me and just see someone
I pray that he go as far as to be disgusted of my sight
I would be so happy and no more frights
So I can sleep soundly and no more rings under my eyes
so let it be
LadyFi80
Nov 13 2013
Copyright © Fiona Chambers | Year Posted 2013
|
|