Psalms of Pleads Part II

Transgressions Of The Past

Feelings, ooh this word has always been my number one nemeses. It took me a while as a young woman into adulthood to really appreciate what this eight letter word actually means and what the concept really adheres to when you lend them to another
Writing this very personal poem, I do not even know where to begin
Usually at the beginning works for some than the end
I study the creeds of Density, Karma, Fate
I have to reinstate those words for you to understand the flashbacks in my mind I have to painfully recreate

Ten Years Ago
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

A charismatic man meets a young naïve woman, emotions instantly skyrocket
Feelings reciprocated
You know for sure you got this man’s love in your pocket
Magnetic blue eyes, a smile, an intoxicating smell
The time spent together never turned into wedding bells
Days turned into months, months into years
Now drowning eyes in your own pool of tears
Wiser Stronger
As the years have gotten longer
The past knocking hard at the door once again
The beginning downfall of my emotional sins
Could I expect another passionate takedown
Should I be weary you are still the man around town
Would I allow the flow of cash to have me acting like a clown  
Should I answer or don’t make a sound
You’ve twisted me the first time around
Losing mental ground
Breathless and spellbound
Masterful sex pound for pound
Then leaving my mangled heart in the lost and found
Ladies what would you do
Play the victor or play the fool
Such an easy answer if you have never walked the miles
Living the sexual dominance lifestyle under a plastered fake smile
Whips and chains to comply
Ménage à trois behind wealthy black ties
Several credit cards to nightly verify
Feeling good from the inside out
If you could only hear the surrendering moans of BDSM shouts
Screams of bodily delight
From the teething signature of a costly bite
I gave I gave and I gave
Physically Emotionally Mentally enslaved
Atoning for lust done strictly under the covers
Bed and Breakfast flexible lovers
You want to come back and what, rediscover
Different crayon wrapping yet still the same color
No more fans from winter through the months of summer
Been there done that
Positioned flat on my back
No more aristocratic tomcats tasting a sweet pussycat
Blinded by the easy money
Without ever being a Hustler or a Playboy Bunny
Philadelphia to New York to the Southampton
Standing ovation watching the Opera performance of the Phantom
Roaming fingers with nowhere to go
Paid knee service taking it low
Licking it slow
Gown raised foreplay in the hidden dark
Handsome male releasing his pearly trademark
Let’s hear it for the women who have moved on
Not even missing the days of long gone
Now you’re singing you’re own soothing song
A movie to write about…. Hum…maybe
If I don’t have to play the bedded leading lady
Feelings Feelings just go away
I can’t come out to play today
I’ve traveled the distance I’ve come such a long way
And I have no umbrella if I allow you to stay