LADY KATHERINEREAL LIFE WIFE OF LATENITE...'s blog: "Katherine's Song"

If I could! By: Katherine Davis If I could make just one wish for you to come true.I would grant you all the happiness in the world,that you could want.I would grab one star,and make it shine just for you.I would reach into the heavens,and rope the moon.If I could,I would give you your greatest fantasy,bringing it to reality.If I could,I would show you my very essence, I would,if I could.If there was one pleasure,I could grant to you,I would fill it with desires beyond any expectation,feeding the emotion,to the highest excitemnet.I would, If I could,completely,give you fate,hand it to you and let you decide its' forthcoming. If only,I could stop time,and give you a moment,in which,all seems possible.I would give you forever. But,I am only a mortal,with life shortly lived.One soul in a world of many.My flesh burns, in the essence of my spirit.I can only give you what I can reach for.Your hand in mine. The only stars,are the ones that shines when they look upon you.Let it be the emerald of the jewel,or the bluest sea,for they are yours only to see what my inner-self is speaking. I cannot rope the moon,nor can I possess it,I can only share it's beauty,when we dance under it.Let the shadows fall spellbinding its' all.Feeding our heartbeats. The only fantasy I can give,is becoming a reality,from a dream.One you can touch, carrass,hold.For its' fiery visage that is yours,and yours only.I can give you a part of me shared by no other.I can be hope,when hope is none.I can be the desires of a woman,given to a man.Freely,without binds.I can give you love,that only comes from my heart,whispering your name. To never let go,only if that is,its' fate.If only I could grant you one wish? I would,If I could.

NEVER By: Katherine Davis I have never asked for much,and really never needed more than I have.Never wanted to be so rich, that i could snap my finger,and get everything,I asked for.That would be dull,then why would I work so hard to achieve all that I do have.I am proud of who I am,and how far I have came.I have faught my way through life, and had never asked for anything.I have lived accordingly to my means,and never went beyond them.Beer is beer. Champainge is champaigne.Three car garage only good if you have a rose royce,or a bentley.I have never bent down on my knees and asked for money,or love.Just the life of my children.And,for God,"To take the wheel," when I was at my worse.I have never asked anyone to give more than they were willingly,and without conditions to give back. I give you level ground,I expect level ground. I have asked nothing of no one,that myself wouldn't be honor to give,Let it be trust,honor,loyality,patient and yes,that all power,and glory "LOVE!" All I ever wanted was to have someone to love me back,as I love them.To give me one hundred percent back.Nothing more,nothing less.Let me be first in their life.Not second best.For always the first to me. May it be God,my lover,or family.I am not selfish I shall come last.For I dont want the moon, just the sun,to warm my soul. To be able to look into the eyes,and see the reflection of my devotion.Someone that spend my last moments on earth with. Share my tears,my smiles,my clouds,my rain.I ask little,for I have nothing to give back.For I have been lost,abused, collerized,and broken.All I can give is me.I am dust in the wind,and an angel of concrete.How can I ask of this,to take this wretched soul,and make it out of nothing,to this I have become."NEVER!"

The Quickening By:Katherine Davis It is the the meaning of life,a simple pleasure,a breathe,an emotion,a grant in time,and a morn of death.It is what is inside you,and living in me.It is life's ups,downs.Its' smiles and its' tears.It is everything you are,and nothingness.It is the deep down emotion that eats away at your strength,and brings you to your knees.It is that fork in the road.The stone admidst the path,and the ruts in the barren field.It is that step through the door,and yet,one step backward.It is the cherish moment in time,and a moment that time forgot.It is a empty whiskey bottle on the shelf that saids"When!"and the shoebox wrapped in a tiny string,in the bottom drawer,only a reminder of time as it use to be. It is the time when the biggest fear is losing the one you love the most,and letting go to go onward.It is that first of everything.Words,steps.date.kiss,and child.It is the single expression of a longing,truth,innocent,and a shear promise.A touch,a carrass,in the shadow of the dark,and the warmth of the sun.It is the gleamer in someones eyes,and the glistening of the bare skin.It is the walk in the park,and a blanket on a rivers bend.A cricket serenading,and the birds inspiring the night sounds.Life's little meanings becomes pleasures.Cold feet warming under the covers.arms enticing the other.A favorite song,playing a symthony of ectasy.A couple laying ,watching their favorite movie,just long enough to fall asleep in each other gentleness.Two pillows,a blanket,a bottle of wine,and candles in a moonlit night.Then taking those same two pillows,to see who can make the stuffing come out of them first.I will win.A passionate kiss,within the trinkling of the rain.Life's little meaning,becomes a smile.A note,just a reminder,how much someone cares.There is no rhyme nor reason for this,just because.A warm sponge bath to some acking,while talking of the tommorrows together.It is a look,a glance,in the mirrors of the soul.A kinship,a callin,within an embrace.It is knowing someone that you never met,within a bus station,a train depot,or the corner market.It is the knowing,the thoughts of another,without spoken.It is a feeling of being safe,and the danger all at teh same time.It is the excitement,fulfilling pleasure,devouring the need.The sublential passion of fire,a blaze,that cannot be put out,nor dwindle.The rage of a flame.A child,a mother.A son,a father.God,spirit,and the holy ghost.It is serenity,the stillness,and the quake.The possesion.The anger,damnation,and eternity.Fire and ice.Red and black.It is the soul,flesh,bones,and blood.All incase in a matrix effect.Yet,freedom beyond compare.it is the sound of your own heartbeat.In the mince of a crowd. Life's little meanings becomes a look.It is the way you gaze upon a wretched soul,and see the beauty of it all.It is the just cause,and the cause justice.It is reaching for a gold ring,grasping its' meaning,and reading its' inscription."OUR LOVE TAKES WINGS" It is the touch of a morning rose,as the dew drip from its' pedals.The smell of lilac throughout the rooms.It is the flickering of a butterfly as it sets so softly upon ones finger.It is the coolest part of the day,and the blistering of the night.it is the twinge that needles the aching of one so missed.It is the stars that you can't count.It is a quest of uncertanity,and the knowing of all fate.Just beyond the grasped of eternity.It is your lips tasting mine.It is everytime you whisper Good-night,and within the break of dawn.It ius the quickeing inside me,it is you.

passive seduction passive seduction is the feeling you have when you ve been totally laid,that feeling of throbbing you have for hours afterward.It is the feeling you have when you turn over and feel the pillow next to you,and realize that you are in that bed alone.you look at the impression made,and wonder where in the night he or she left you.it is the feeling you have when you laid in water,covered in suds and feel the emptiness.it is when you look admidst your lovers eyes and see you shining back.it is the arms that holds you so tendlerly and tight and you know, you just know they won't let go.it is the warmth back a fireplace,on a chilly winter night.a glass of wine,by the waters edge,and it is me,wrapped up in a warm blanket,feeling the desires of a woman.heeding the passion of her man,and smiling,because the calling of to the wild,nature takes its coarse and seduction becomes once again my agony.my pleasure.my fulfillment,my all,it is what lives inside me.

scars sometimes you set back in your comfort zone,and you forget how to breathe.it is okay for you to feel like the world is smothering you at times.perfectly normal.sometimes you look back at the roads you travel,and wonder why didnt i take the other path,and you meet friends that enhance your every being,and some that ends your world.every wrinkle in your skin,and every scar on your body tells of a journey's beginning,and ending.sometimes you wake up and pinch yourself and wonder where time had started for you,and where it will end.sometimes in the coarse of the day,your thoughts,your bewilderment is all due to the path that you have created.you set admidts your convenness,and reach out with everything that you are,and sometomes feel like disappearing,then you die all over again.soemtimes you set your standards so high and let your self-esteem go so low,because the scars of life,cuts at you like the winter cold chills the bones,and you die all over again.sometimes you put on the heaviest coat,the thickest skin and go out in the world and try to not let life get you down.sometimes it does,and what do you do,you eat your way through society mishaps,and you die once more.sometimes you call out to the heartache,let it cut you,and you bleed.sometimes you spend the whole life in search of something,of someone,and you let it walk out and in ,that door,till it slams you in the face.and you die once more.sometimes you look in the mirror,and you see yourself in a different light,your eyes fade,the tightness is gone,the face begins to look worn,and you wonder where you have been and why you went there.then you look deep into those eyes that use to shine,and wonder where is the gleam,the stars.and you looked once more and you die somewheres in that reflection of the bruises that life had given you.i often look in that mirror ,and as i trace the scars of a beaten,wretched soul,i wonder if there is ever going to be a life for me.if teh scars that deminished my body now,that marks my weariness will ever see,me in a different lite,of this mirror,and then i tell myself.it is all i am ,and this heart i have was given to me by God,and he has taken my life,breathe into it,and gave me back me.I walk a different journey.i have seen many scars,and i live with many upon the flesh that feeds me.yet i am here,and i see the world in a different way.i have no clue where my own journey shall end,maybe under a warm cover,maybe in the arms of my lover,maybe in the darkness of the night,or the middle of the day.maybe my last breathe will be takened at the waters edge,or as i dance my last dance.maybe i will close my eyes and just go to sleep,and maybe i will be in agony and pain of those i have hurt along the way.i have no clue where my journey will end.i do know,that i have many i have came to know,and called friends,and they,I will carry in my heart to the heavens,and i will watch over them,as they have me.i have many scars upon this wretched flesh,and i have seen the look in the eyes,that have seen this mar soul.setting in the water to cleanse away such agony,doesnt cleanse the deep cuts,just soothes the outer blemishes.then you die once more,and the scars,well they belong to someone else now.

AMONG THE BEAUTY OF THE VIRGIN.THE WHITE ROSE SPREAD HER WINGS.THE SPARKLING OF THE TRANSLUCENT SOUL.A SPAN OF LUST,AND OF LOVE ,BEWITCHED.ALL WHO TOUCHED HER ESSENCES.A FLUTTER.A FLICKERING LITE,AS THE BREATHE CARRIES TINY MATTERS,ACROSS THE BREATH OF INNOCENT,A CHARMED ONE.ONWARD,TOWARD THE ANGEL OF PURITTY.HER RADIANCE,A MERE GLANCE SETS THE INNER BEING AFLAME. ADMIDST THE GARDENS,A BREEZE WHISPERS,AMONG THE ENTWINING SPRAGUE OF RED THROUGHOUT THE BREAKS OF THE BRANCHES.AS THE TWINKLING FIREFLIES,IN THE MIDST OF THE EVENING SKIES.THE BLOOD FLOWS FROM THE BLOOMS IN A DAZZLING MANNER,IN SEARCH OF A SOUL,ITS'MAKER.EMBRACING THE WINGS OF THE UNIQUE RUBY.LUST SETS THE MOTION OF THE GEMS LAVA,FLOWING FROM ITS' MAGNIFICIENTS. UNDER THE WATERS EDGE THE RAGING FLOWS KISSING THE SURFACE OF THE BLUE MOONS.GLIMMER,WITHIN ITS'GATES.THE SPIRIT OPEN,RECEIVING ALL GRACEFULLY,AS A LADY SHOULD.CREVICES BURNS,WITHIN THE TOUCH OF HER GOD.AMONGST THE ARCHING OF FLESH.THE NIGHT BEAST SHIMMERS STARLIKE,REFLECTION.DANCING SAPPHIRES.SENSUAL ICE FROST THE FULFILLMENT OF SATISFACTION. WITHIN THE FLAME,PASSION ARISES.THE PATH OF ECTASY IGNITES.SHE SEARCHES AMIDST THE HALLS OF THE CASTLE,FOR THE MAN WHO LAID BESIDE HER WITHIN THE PURPLE HAZE.THE GODSENT OF HER EMOTIONS.WHISPER CALLS ECHOS.SETTING THE FIERY ABLAZE.PHYSICAL MOTIONS ENHANCED,BURRYING THE BREATHING HARD,AND LONG.THE BEWITCHING GODSPELL OF THE AMETHYST WINGS. AS THE NITE CREEPS THE ONYX,THE ANIMALS STIRS ITS' DESIRES.THE HOWLS OF THE SACRED FEEDING.OF THE PREY BENEATH THE COVERLETS.TRVELLING THROUGH THE ATMOSPHERE,PIERCING THE EERINESS OF DARK SUCUBUS,GNAWLING UPON THE VISAGE.THE JOURNEY IN WHICH ITS AGONY,THE GOTHC NEED FOR THE BLOOD LUST,DOWN ON THE KNEES BEGGING FOR MORE.WANTS BECOMETH PLEASURES.DESIRES OVERCOMETH AGONY,AND SURRENDER WALK WITHIN THE EBONY OF THE ANGELS WINGS.EMBRACING DARKNESS.A LACE OF DEEP DEVOTION,EXCRETING PLEASURE BEYOND COMPARE. THUS SHE SPREAD HER WINGS OF EMERALD.LIKE A SHINY STAR SHE IS.AND ANGEL SENT TO HER GOD BY HER GOD.EMBRACED HER ENVY.TASTE HER ECTASY,OF DESIRES,AND WANTS.TOUCH HER SOUL.GIVE HER PLEASURE,AND SHE SHALL BESEACH UPON YOU FULFILLMENT.SHE COVET THE ANGEL OF RUBY.SHE HAVE FEASTED UPON THE ANGEL OF SAPPHIRE.SHE EMBRACES THE WINGS OF PURITY.SENDFORTH THE ONYX MESSENGER.BECAME APART OF THE AMETHYST PASSION. FOR HER BREATH.HER HEART.HER BLOOD IS THE FRANGRANCE OF ALL WHO DARE TO TOUCH THE SAGE.UNDER THOU WINGS,NOW YOU HAVE BECOME

I can not be no one else.I am what God design,before I was born into this world.He gave me my mother,and my father to mold me as you see.I was just a child,and now I am a woman.I can be no one else.Some call me by my name,others call me "SUNSHINE" I just say i am me.I am who I am because many have molded me into what you see.Many roads I have walked.Many faces I became,but,the one thing that never left me was my soul.Many say I am their angel.Nah,just a person,that has been there,seen it all,and know how it feels to ache beyond,the pain.Many has touched my heart,Entice my soul,and draw first blood.And I still shine.Many saids they are my sister.brother,and friend,But,I believe they were my Godsent,for I am only a person.many saids that I make them feel special,which in fact it is them that makes me feel so free.For,I am no one special.I dont walk on the waters,in fact I would drown if I tried.I have no wings,and I only shine,when my latenitefantasy is near.But,if you want to call me friend.Then so be it.If you need a shoulder.I am here.If I can cry with you when times are bad.Then i shall give you a tear.If you need to hear,a gentle voice of inspiration.Then I can do that too.But,I dont see myself other than,"JUST ME!"

SOMETIMES IT HITS US ALL AT A GIVEN PART OF TIME,AND YET TIME HAS NO FEELINGS,OR SPACE.IT IS THERE WITHIN A BLINK OF AN EYE.YOUR HEART STANDS STILL,AND MOVES FAST.IT CONSUMES YOU.IT EXCEPTS THE POSSIBLE,AND MAKES THE IMPOSSIBLE,SEEM ACCOMPLISHED.IT EATS AT EVERY SENSIBLE INCLINATION YOU HAVE,WHILE DEVOURING YOU TO THE FULLIEST,PASSION,AND DESIRE THAT POWERS YOU TO ETERNITY.IT TAKES YOU BY THE HEART,AND MOVES IN QUICKLY,SHATERRING EVERYTHING YOU EVER THOUGHT YOU WAS MADE OF.IT MAKES YOU LET DOWN YOUR GUARD,AND TEAR DOWN WALLS.AND YOU INVITE IT WITH OPEN ARMS.YOU TREAT IT LIKE IT WAS ALWAYS A PART OF YOU,YET YOU ALWAYS ARE IN SEARCH OF IT.YOU FEAST UPON ITS PROMISES,AND YET,DEMAIN MORE.YOU PLAY ON ITS LUST,AND GIVE LOVE ITS NAME.IT OVERCOMES OBSTICLES.CLIMBS MOUNTAINS,AND SAIL THE WATERS.AND YOU GIVE IT THE NAME DESIRES.yOU OPEN TO ITS' MOTIVE,AND SUCCOMB TO ITS BEAUTY,AND YOU CALL IT COMPASSION.POSSIBLITIES ARE ENDLESS,AND WE CALL IT FOREVER.

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