I am a young African Woman who writes what I experience and feel at that moment... I believe in freedom of expression and spirit as it is the only way one would connect with oneself... I am Free within - Are you?
Thursday, January 21, 2016
I want to
May I hold your hand?
May I whisper in your ear?
Would you allow me the pleasure of escorting you to the bed?
May I gently lay you down?
May I lightly kiss your cheek?
I’ve imagined many things, many things I desire from you
I would like to share my inner thought, with the hope that they might become your thoughts too
I want you to undress me- slowly
While I kiss your soft tinted lips
I want you to seductively kiss the folds in my neck, as you swiftly stroke my thigh
I want you to eagerly kiss my breasts as you silently move your fingers over my clitoris
I want you to hungrily suck the areas of my inner thigh as you caress my breasts aggressively
I need you to… feathery… lick my throbbing clit, as I stare deeply into your devouring eyes
I want you to wrap you my legs around your body, as you enter me deep
I need to get lost in you as you get lost in me slowly… I want to make love to you
Sex is overrated when I see you- sex doesn’t make me get lost in you..
Let me in to “You”
Let me please “You”
Now….
May I lay in your arms, as you hold me dose…
May I kiss your forehead as we simmer into sleep
By: Linda RM Baumann
21 January 2016
16h26
I seem to have
I seem to have wandered
I seem to have been in a daze
I find myself, deep inside this maze large
Far from the planned route and path
I was inclined to take
I seem to have forgotten
That girl that brought me here
I seem to have mistaken the setting I was supposed to embrace
Did I skip a step? Did I forget to take the right exit?
I seem to have realized how far off I am
I seem to have acknowledged the make I made
However I still find myself startled by the fact that I walked so far and never stopped myself
I seem to have wandered, I’ve wandered off into this world unknown
A world wrapped in gold concealing the atrocities of life
I seem to have been in daze, a daze hypnotism isn’t able to bring me out under from –
I seem to be reflecting reality
A reality where authenticity is not written in black and white
So I seem to have wandered far off into this vortex of idiocracy, belittled, elatedness’ and conspiracy
By: Linda RM Baumann
21 January 2016
15h36
I seem to have been in a daze
I find myself, deep inside this maze large
Far from the planned route and path
I was inclined to take
I seem to have forgotten
That girl that brought me here
I seem to have mistaken the setting I was supposed to embrace
Did I skip a step? Did I forget to take the right exit?
I seem to have realized how far off I am
I seem to have acknowledged the make I made
However I still find myself startled by the fact that I walked so far and never stopped myself
I seem to have wandered, I’ve wandered off into this world unknown
A world wrapped in gold concealing the atrocities of life
I seem to have been in daze, a daze hypnotism isn’t able to bring me out under from –
I seem to be reflecting reality
A reality where authenticity is not written in black and white
So I seem to have wandered far off into this vortex of idiocracy, belittled, elatedness’ and conspiracy
By: Linda RM Baumann
21 January 2016
15h36
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
My Remains
Torn I am- woman from flesh
Barbarically persuaded into a utopia not knowing it’s a preface of a mirage painted eons ago
Devoured strategically – female to girl placed sacrificially on a podium
Vulnerability orchestrated to perfection
Credulously I cling to a yearning of reaching my never- land
Hell-bent on reclaiming my morality
Hear me, hear me scream
For I remain trapped in this mummified edition of self
Take need when I call out in desperation to be unraveled and redressed
Stop tyrannizing me and look into my eyes
Terminate this ravishment you’ve unleashed on my soul
Take a glance into my eyes and witness purgatory in the making
Wrenched I’ve become at the sight of my remain
By: Linda RM Baumann
20 January 2016
17h43
Monday, January 18, 2016
Voice
I succumb to your word...
I remain submissive
I have no voice....
What happened to your voice
What happened to the opinionated
I have lost it...
Wake up little girl, grow up,
for this world is an evil place
How long will u remain silent, how long will u remain oblivious to that very essence of this world who kicks you time and time again..
Stand up for yourself, for only you know what you are going through
Only you contain the answers to the questions you so eagerly ask
Rebel if you must, what ever you choose to do
increase the sound of your voice, amplify it
Keeping quiet brings about peace while your soul rots inside
So speak little girl, SPEAK
Linda RM Baumann- 21h38 - 18 January 2016
I remain submissive
I have no voice....
What happened to your voice
What happened to the opinionated
I have lost it...
Wake up little girl, grow up,
for this world is an evil place
How long will u remain silent, how long will u remain oblivious to that very essence of this world who kicks you time and time again..
Stand up for yourself, for only you know what you are going through
Only you contain the answers to the questions you so eagerly ask
Rebel if you must, what ever you choose to do
increase the sound of your voice, amplify it
Keeping quiet brings about peace while your soul rots inside
So speak little girl, SPEAK
Linda RM Baumann- 21h38 - 18 January 2016
Sunday, January 17, 2016
I exist
I exist
I am breathing
I have a life
The life that has me wonder
Yet then also leads me to stry into an unknown direction
A direction only I understand and seem the fool as the unknown is fucked up
This life that I so boastfully claim remains untrue time and time again
I breath and exist on its terms
This life puzzles me, I walk, I sit, I speak, I represent and present
Yet these life's performances fools me in this so called existence as the system that claims to protect me yet shits on me- as its formation has been a living lie
I exit by default of the oxygen that enters my lungs
By: Linda RM Baumann - 18/01/16 -07h18
I am breathing
I have a life
The life that has me wonder
Yet then also leads me to stry into an unknown direction
A direction only I understand and seem the fool as the unknown is fucked up
This life that I so boastfully claim remains untrue time and time again
I breath and exist on its terms
This life puzzles me, I walk, I sit, I speak, I represent and present
Yet these life's performances fools me in this so called existence as the system that claims to protect me yet shits on me- as its formation has been a living lie
I exit by default of the oxygen that enters my lungs
By: Linda RM Baumann - 18/01/16 -07h18
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