Parts of our life with Mark

Our Song

The notes, soft at first. Low and slow the melody starts off. We are writing our song, note by note. Taking care to place the notes in the right place. My treble to your bass, intertwined on this our music bar called life.
I sing my verse alone, longing for a duet that will lift my voice higher than the most operatic soprano. Looking forward to a chorus with you. Our voices join to form a hypnotic sound so beautiful that angels will sit on the edges of the clouds to hear it. We have both sang the solo of a sad love song. These verses had to be written in order for us to be here, in this place, at this time.
Sing your song to me, no sweeter sound have I heard in my heart.
My heart beats to your rhythm be it fast or slow. I follow you around the chords, trusting in your step. Going where you go. Letting you determined our way.
I turn my F A C E to you and you read me with the expert skill of a musician from the finest orchestra.
Always striking the right notes because Every Good Boy Does Fine when he takes the lead from the one True Conductor. The single clef becomes double. The serenade becomes a duet. Sweet sounding melodies consume my very soul and lift me high into your arms, where I am kept clear of broken strings and wrong notes.
You deftly stroke me and I emit a tune never sung before. Your key unlocked a music box. Notes so complex yet so simple. Bodies moving to a song never before heard. One that can not be reproduced by using any other instrument. Only the combination of you and me creates this song. Sweat glistens on your skin and I carefully watch it roll over your chocolate features. Hoping to taste your essence I lean in for a taste. Salty and sweet ambrosia is what I receive for my efforts. The touch of my lips to your skin brings your eyes to mine, Dance with me, they say.
Hand held out and taken, we stand and begin to move to our song. Eyes locked, our love swirls around and between us, pulling us tightly. Your hand on my back, my hand in yours and draped across your shoulder. Each spot electric to the touch. Our bodies forming a perfect, unending circle. Around and around we spin, fast and slow but once joined, never to be broken. Staring deeply into your eyes all doubt disappears.
In you I see my future. The dark notes I’ve sung in the past no longer haunt my soul. The brightness in your eyes overshadow it all. I chorus with you on repeat, without tiring. Play me again.

©Lainey Starr 2010

Throbbing

Throbbing

Head aching

Temples pulsating

Pain increasing

Eyes rolling back

Anticipation building

Panting breath

On the edge..ready

For the next thing

The open abyss is a welcome sight

Muscles tense

Eyes focused on the unknown goal

Slowly inching forwards

Treading lightly

I go

Slow

Up and down

Throbbing.

©Lainey Starr 2010

Soft and Hard

Soft glances, hard stares

Soft caresses, hard pressure on my back

Soft kisses, hard bites to my shoulder

Rubbing my thigh, sucking my clit

Brushing my hair, then pulling on it

Cupping my ass, then smacking it

Whispering my name, then making me scream

Making me wet then causing a sweat

Soft then hard

Hard then soft

The rise and the fall

And the beauty of it all

©Lainey Starr 2010

Time

I need

I want

I crave

Your time.

To talk to you

Listen to your words,

Oh to look in your eyes

That is such a treat

I promise to be a good girl

Unless you want a bad one

I hunger for and get moist because of

Your time

Fast beating heart

Breaths in and out

Rising chest that catches an eye

Tick

Tock

Round and round

We spin..

©Lainey Starr 2010

Get a Grip

Time moving too quick

Then too slow

The room spinning out of control

Looking around

No anchor to be found

I need to get a grip

Standing tall

My feet slipping

Lifting up my hands

But I never surrender

I look high to the hills

Where the strength comes from

One step towards the light, feet shaky

Closer still the ground hardens

Each step more solid than the last

Hands outstretched

I reach out and fall but…

Thankfully, You have me in your grip.

©Lainey Starr 2010

Stages of Love

As a young girl, my idea of love

As expected, was innocent.

I didn’t know how to feel

Didn’t know how to deal

With this massive thing called…

Love

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It toyed with my emotions

As if I were a yoyo

I couldn’t tell if what I felt

Was that real love that Miss Mary J sings about

Or something as made up as the

Jolly Dude that comes to town once a year

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My twenties were sprinkled with glimpse of Heaven

And Staring matches with Hell…I won..

Not wanting to be beaten I did what I must do

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The next stage was to work…. On me

We women always speak on wanting a King.

But a King…wants a Queen…

So I did what I had to do to make sure

I was as Royal as I could be.

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Now, don’t get me wrong,

I don’t wanna be right for evvvverybody

Community Punany is NOT a badge in Girl Scouts

And it shouldn’t be what a Queen aspires to.

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My goal was to be the apple of One man’s eye

The sugar to his koolaid

The grand slam to his world series

The touch down to his superbowl

The madden to his PS3

That around the rim, one second to go in

SWISH!!!

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Perfection is not what I strive for

No matter what the horoscope says a Virgo should do

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But, here I are

Miss Lainey Starr

Twinkling like a constellation

Here I stand

Until I walk in sand

Hand in hand

With

Love…

©Lainey Starr 2010