Showing posts with label Sally Mann. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sally Mann. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Calm


Are you calm when watching your boyfriend talk to another woman? I'm pretty secure with myself and do not feel threatened by other women. Some girls are not... It's fun to watch. And yes I will keep my distance from kens with jealous girl or lady "friends" or etc. And no dolls don't try to friend me because you're jealous. I offer my friendship out of sincerity to other women. Here's another 300 that's newer... from the jealous perspective.  I'm sorry I have to keep my distance from my favorite Kens sometimes. But jealous girls are adversarial! Especially when you find their intended attractive. It's hard knowing handsome men sometimes. ;)

Enjoy!
Kisses, m.



Calm


calm

his lips curl into a smile
he says nothing
I’m calm

Alone and reflecting
The scent of his skin remains in my mind
When he’s away

a moment of closeness between us
races my heart
but I appear calm

look at the sky
look at the ground
hold the breath before I release the smoke

there’s nothing like his touch
words I can’t find the courage to say
I fake my calm

Inhale and exhale
Building my bravery
But he doesn’t notice

reclining back he takes a drag of a cig
I want to ask for one but don’t
Stay calm

I don’t know that I look
into anyone’s face
the way I look into his

Electric eyes they make my pulse speed
He smiles when I stare too long
Be calm.

Words he says drift away quiet
The stillness of his stare wanders
My forehead then my hair

he pushes away from my touch
he looks away at another's face
I behave calm.

There's only din in my mind
Fury in my hands
He dismisses me

Smile when he’s looking
Smoke a quick cig when I’m alone
Pretend to be calm

It’s not my age
I’m old enough yet.
A girl and yet a woman

He wants to be with her
Older, sophisticated 
I’m anything but calm

She’s everything to me
A version of life
I’ll never be

He smiles and waves at her
She looks happy to see him
Calm down

He leaves me to talk to her
Their words overlap
Few but enough

I want to rip out her brown hair
Her smile matches his face
Calmness evades me

She’s letting him go
I’m watching her stand alone
Smiles looked intimate

Her voice is quiet but she watches him
Never going over to press futher
Calm







Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Nymph

Some ladies start smoking when they are really young... Here's a story about trying to be older than you are. Being young has advantages. Never grow old to be young. Stay young even though you grow old! It's a newer 300.  

Enjoy!
Kisses, m.


Nymph

Girls who smoke are seen as sexier than most
The way they curl their fingers
Taking a puff they give an air of control
So sexy when they  look over at you across the room
Lifting their eyes with the delicate smile.

A cool collected nymph with her pretty blonde curls.
Listening to the music and singing your song.
Lolita wants to borrow your jacket
And pretend she no longer wears bobby socks.
Taking down her ponytail she shakes out her hair.

Little one can’t help but take a drag.
She wants your kiss, your admiration, your love.
Big sister isn’t looking.
Will you give her a kiss?

Girls who smoke are seen as prettier than most.
Cool and aloof to the men in the books.
It’s a powerful position to captivate a man.
Trembling and touching his hands with a grin.

The nymph slides over toying with the ends of her hair
Not talking when she gently slides up to you.
Her hands tremble and her chests rises and falls.

Girls who smoke are different than most.
So pretty when they laugh and toss their hair back of course.
Lowering their eyes with a coy blush.

Lips so innocent not stained by red.
A kiss would be stealing innocence
And far from self-discipline
Big sister is watching.
Soon she’ll return.

Girls who smoke are better than most.
Taking his hand away from the others who look.
Guiding him toward a sense of restraint.

The wild hair glistens as she leans in to your shoulder.
It’s a shame she’s so young
A hint of her breath smells of the smoke.
Her skin so soft you can’t help but stare.

You want to admire and adore her.
But you know you can’t give in.
Girls who smoke are younger than most.