Breathless whispers
Erotic kisses
Flesh exposed
Under the fiery
Evening sky
A hunger builds
Within her
Hinting she wanted
More©
~Nikki Moore
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I’m Forgiven
I stand on the edge of despair
Eyes cast down
I gave up sometimes
Fearing I might not make it
But I keep holding on
Each day, I cried!
Deep dark tears
Emptying my soul
I stumbled, falling, grasping
I keep holding on
I stand, beneath
The shadows of sin
And there, I cried!
My face masking
The pain that ripped at my heart
Deep, dark pain
Filling my soul with emptiness
I tried to remember
A scripture I once knew
The Lord is
My Shepard I shall not want
He maketh me!
To lie down in green pastures
He restoreth my soul!
I felt hope
Stirring within me
So I hold on
I knelt
Eyes to the ground
Praying, Seeking,
And there on my knees
He restoreth my soul!
I cling to Him
And with a heart of forgiveness
He set me free
~
I am crying now
But there’s no pain
No sorrows, no doubt
Only tears of Joy
I’m redeemed
Lifted up
I’ve found my savior
I’m free
To rest in his arms
Now I knelt
Eyes lifted towards heaven
And with a shout of victory
I know I’ve been forgiven
I know I’m in is presence
I know I’ve been set free©
~~Nikki Moore
In Your Arms
In your arms
I’ve felt eternity
Slipped through
The days
Shifted
Time
lost
Among the stars,
I waited
In your arms
And felt your soul
Naked
Resting
Against mine
Time stood still©
Brokenness
Eternal Rain
By Nikki Moore
Paragon of Virtue
The purest form of love
A paragon of virtue
Patience derived
From noble birth
And the world
Paid homage to your
Inner worth©
~~Nikki Moore
Beauty
Beauty rest in the mind
Instinct to live free
Each moment
Each breath
Infinite pleasure
Pure and real
A treasure
For the ages©
…..it consumes me
Each rousing breath
Invades my calm
Each moment spent
In your embrace
Pulls me deeper
In love©
~~Nikki Moore
Scraps of Bones
In some ways we knew
That the world would change
Burnt up, scraped away, no more
The picture perfect sense
Of the past have cemented down
Our minds, our ears, our eyes
Closed up, Swept away,
The rust is no more,
The only thing left is the rising fever
Coiling and collapsing in our veins
Eyes wide open
Judging the world
For what is left,
For what to do with the rust,
The gray, the black,
The darkness, the deep darkness
That has burnt our souls dry,
And the mothers that are left
Cradling scraps of bones©
~~Nikki Moore
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She Writes From a Dark Place
She’s a happy person
Full of life and love,
She has experience the best
and finest things life
has to offer.
Yet at times
she writes from a dark place.
A life existed before and hands full of memories
pours out on paper
things she knew not.
She writes,
with thoughts folded up
on the inside
drawing from places her mind has never explored.
She felt the words
racing through her soul,
like raindrops
they flowed off her pencil
moving silently on paper.
Stiffen with tears, alive with hope,
bonded in love.
She writes,
stories after stories
stared back at her
searching her soul for answers©
~~Nikki Moore
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