Guest Post – Your Kind Of Love
A first on this blog today – a guest post. This poem is a powerful and very personal piece, written by a very good friend who wanted to post it anonymously. I am happy to oblige.
If you wish to comment and/or like it, I will pass your words on.
Your Kind Of Love
Your kind of love
Ended trust for me
Shattered it into
A sea of burnt out stars
You romanced me
Said I was beautiful
You loved my smile
Loved swimming in my eyes
I wanted the words you offered
Craved them in fact
They quenched that thirst
Born of young desire
Our first date
You didn’t touch me
You made me a picnic lunch
And opened the door for me
I was intoxicated, drunk
On feelings I rarely had
Butterflies swarmed
In the daydreams I had
The phone call came
You wanted to see me again
I felt like a clown
With my unending grin
We drove to the lake
Parked in fact
We talked a bit
A very little bit
Like in the movies
You reached for my face
Put your lips on mine
My knees went weak
So sweet at first
And the kiss deepened
Our tongues dance
Our hands explored
Your hands began feeling more
Places my hands rarely explored
New feelings surging wild
Fighting the fear that began to rise
Guiding my hands
You asked for things
The length of you
Hard behind your jeans
I started to worry about our pace
Your hands were bold
Out of bounds and in my space
Fingers strong, breath hard
Stop…..please I need to think
He scurried over on top of me
Kissed my neck whispering
It’s ok we’ll just kiss, as his hands
His hands start undressing me
I hold my jeans and said not yet
He said ok…you’re just so sexy
His mouth continues on my neck
So confused at how I felt
Wanting more but needing control
My hands had stopped
As he pulled a nipple from my bra
His face buried in my breasts
He undid his pants surprising me
Panic began to rise in me
As his hands reached for me
I just want to feel naked with you
I promise I won’t fuck you
I conceded my jeans as he felt
Well… I was hot and wet and…
He pressed his dick against me
Once again panic surged through me
I stopped and pushed his shoulders
No!!! Seriously…I’m not ready for this
God you’re such a tease
A fucking bitch, my mind went numb
My hands restrained above my head
As he entered me, taking my virginity
He came on his shirt when he was done
Pulled up his pants and got off of me
He realized I was crying
What’s wrong? Shit happens!
I drove home……….crying
Vision blurred hoping to die
It was my fault, my choices
That led me to this night
I wanted love, the passion
The heated desire
But there was also no respect
Not from him not for myself
It wasn’t right, he was right
It was my fault he got so hot
I lead him on and deserved
What I got…..
I decided to never think of it again
To leave it boxed up in the attic of my mind
To take the blame and the shame
And take it as a lesson learned
It wasn’t until later, much later
I stopped blaming myself
It wasn’t until later, much later
I realized the scars it had left
The Reclining Gentleman 
Powerful poem. I hope that writing it and releasing it into the world has helped you to heal.
Thank you. I know writing this has been a help
I feel her pain. Sometimes men can be such bastards. He took what should have been beautiful and tainted it. I do so hope she doesn’t think this was her fault. It was his. He was no man at all. But a predator.
thank you renee, i know your wishes will be appreciated.
Honey someone took my innocence when I was three. It wasn’t fair and it wasn’t right. I could never get it back. The only silver lining to it is it made me incredibly sexual. I’m not sure if I should say that but I did.
Thank you for sharing that ❤
Thank you for your sweetness.
I can only guess… tell her I liked her poem. Some really nice lines in there.
Thank you Ted
Something very precious was taken and placed with something of pain, I felt sad for this as it was placed in a dark place inside of itself. Even when the light shines on it, it only creates a shadow. It is how the pain of past things work. Unless and until this is brought to the light of all things will it truly be taken away. It allowed him to keep a false light and her to be placed in darkness, at some point this needs truth to make that light blind him as it will come from her. It makes for a very painful place he will discover. He deserves that light on the darkness he created, for he took someone else’s and deserves that light to be shown to show a dark place of pain he has inside himself. This pain I embraced as I felt it, realized I could experience it and also realized keeping it dark only keeps her in pain. I feel for her and I am sending her all the love of my own light for her to bathe in. She deserves this peace it is not for anyone else to endure, she endured this on her own! What loneliness this created she lives with even now.. I see her the light in her coming, yet she knows this was releasing! Yet never will it release until all who love her unconditionally accept this about her! Hiding it she still has reason to hide never to heal properly. I am here my friend.. My unconditional love for you of this makes it that much stronger to you! Thank you for sharing!
Reblogged this on Clark Kent and commented:
Come to the light.. A love of this kind deep powerful yet as painful as it is powerful of love!
That is very deep, and very nice.. *smiling*
I just posted this on my blog with a letter to my mom and dad. I am shaking….may throw up. Thank you for your support. Thank you for helping me. All of you!
My friend if we are able to embracing everything about the person we love unconditionally that we love we then will help them love a deeper place inside of themselves even in tragedy we are more than capable to love those very deep profound places where love wasn’t present to allow love to be present in knowing! We all love you and our love is your strength even in the dark we are here helping you know it is dark because we the love we give is light! 😉