Lift up your head and slow your storm my king, let me be your peace! Take my hand and come with me, lay between my legs, sit back, and relax. I appreciate the attention to detail God made when he engineered you. I have studied your design, so I’m well-versed in your composition. Let me lay my hand on your chest, so the cadence of your heart can vibrate poetry into my soul. Allow me to make love to you, no penetration needed. I close my eyes and enjoy listening to the ballad of your every breath. My mouth starts to water and I bite my lip, my palate craves the taste of your skin. Slowly running my hands over your canvas, I feel you sync deeper into me and we fall into each other’s rhythm. We hold each other tight as euphoria feels the atmosphere. And this moment we are love drunk, as our blood rushes through our veins causing us to pulsate into a climax.
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Overcoming Domestic Violence
Dealing with domestic violence for over a decade without any support system is one of the hardest things in life I've ever had to go through. I have dealt with mental, verbal and physical abuse, which has resulted in me being diagnosed with PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder). I have also suffered with depression and anxiety for as long as I can remember along with extremely low self esteem. I have only been in two relationships and to both men I was married to and had children with. I married my first husband when I was only 18 years old; we had two children and he was five years older than me. I can't remember exactly when the abuse started, but I remember telling my father about the abuse and his response was, "Well, what did you do to make him put his hands on you?" Now mind you, my father was never there for me and even to this day I don't have a relationship with him. Why I expected him to protect me, especially with him being an absentee father is beyond me, but I will never forget the way that statement made me feel. A few years later I finally got the nerve to leave my first husband. The final straw was finding out he had cheated on me with a married woman and he had been using cocaine. In the December of that same year, I was offered a job in North Carolina. It was the fresh start that I needed, but a part of me still wanted my family back. I called him and invited him to come to with me so we could try to work things out and he agreed. We had been in North Carolina for two weeks and he ended up beating me up in front of our children, blacked my eye and left me with a huge knot on my head.
By Lynette Sheree6 years ago in Viva
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