Rhonda Davis

You made it!
You reached the goal!
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I want you to be my lover.
Not my partner but my lover.
That person I meet on the side.
The one who is secret and no one else knows even when others are around.
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The day eases in and out so quietly.
Time passes and never a moment goes away
that I do not think about you.
Your ghost and essence are always playing
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You say we are friends and that is fine.
But then you treat me like a leper and I do not understand.
I have known you now for almost ten years and still you are a puzzle to me.
One day you smile and bring me into your circle and if I come close to walking in you move the edge.
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It's been years the memory is still clear.
Impressions of a face remain.
Freshness of youth intact, unspoiled.
Perfume of roses and wild flowers newly cut still briefly lingers in the air.
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God, please take these feelings away.
I know that they have been there all my life.
I have been able to close the door on them
in the past.
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Sleep my little one.
Close your eyes.
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I wish that I could just simply disappear and go away.
I want to run from here as fast and far away as I can.
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You do not seem to know what you do to me.
Do you understand just far over the edge you push me and then grab me back?
Do you realize the senses that you fulfill with each movement and breath you take?
Can you begin to know just how very sensual you really are?
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I think about the moment you died.
They told us it was painless, that you could not have felt the impact.
But I know better, and I wish I did not.
I can imagine the fear you felt rising as you saw the oncoming headlights glaring brighter and brighter until all sight was a single blinding light.
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Afraid to be me
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One taste of the sweet nectar of passion and like an alcoholic the need to drink will once again overwhelm all reality.
To taste the sweetness of life upon the tongue, swishing gently around the mouth like fine wine.
The aroma and fullness like a kiss placed fresh upon a virgin's lips.
The burning deep within the body as it hits the core like a furnace stoked high in winter,
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Do you want me?
Do you want to kiss my yearning lips?
Do you want to undress me ever so slowly or rip off my clothes?
Do you want to feel my skin beneath your hand moving so slowly and gently?
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While channel surfing the air waves,
I came upon a show so intense that I laughed.
A rather wealthy and well-fed man,
Was asking for money for God.
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Off upon my journey I must go.
To where this road will lead may never be known.
This dance of life can end at any time.
The music is always playing lightly in the background.
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You don't know me.
You think you do, but you have never seen the real me.
I am not a person you would want to take home.
If you knew what was really in my heart you would run and never look back.
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Do you know where your soul is?
Does it shine among the stars at night?
Is it lost in the sun's bright light?
The individual stars glow in the peace of the night against the blackness of infinity.
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Come with me and let me show you a new creation.
To hold you and feel the warmth of your skin against my breast as we move forever into our own time.
Come with me and find the depths of the canyons.
To taste the sweetness of your lips with all the passion of the earth would be more than anyone could hold.
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Would you be strong enough to take up a cross and carry it knowing that you were going to be hanged upon it?
Could you stand to feel the roughness of the wood bearing down into your skin until surface is torn and the fluid of life weeps onto the ground?
Could you climb up the hill of Calgary in the morning, chilled to the marrow?
Would you able to follow him to the place where good and evil entwines?
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Please don't leave and shut the door.
The door that closes out the light and allow the darkness to enter in.
It steals the warmth out of the room.
Slowing crossing the floor engulfing and devouring everything in it's path.
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