Lady

Days has passed,
Since we last texted,
I am still sitting here,
Wonder if you cared.

It's mental torture,
Just to think of what you did,
All the sacrifices I made,
Extending more than just my hand.

I let you be ahead,
To think that you're the best,
Lady, sometimes, you're just no good,
And so I had to make it work.

I care not if you stole my prime,
I care not if you had all my friends,
I care not if you have the best of men,
And I care not if you burn my heart...

But lady, you ought you learn,
You're not always right,
Admit your fault please do,
Sorry is to be said, not to be asked.

If you're not guilty,
Then I guess I was,
Sensitive perhaps,
Or age catching up.

I am still sitting here,
Your first impression clearly in mind,
Indeed it lasted and continue to behold,
That huge pride and vain in your blood....

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

Girlfriend

Why have you changed?
Why is there no time for us?
Why has every little thing became so hard?
Why has time overturn our 8-yr friendship?

What have I done,
In ways to cause this wreck?
What have I done,
To do no wrong but guilty nonetheless?

I wondered if my silence is the cause,
Of all this miscommunication and what not,
I wondered if our common understanding,
Has just turn out to differ so much in silence...

In silence I wonder,
If I should say sorry,
For the wrong you did,
And forget what's done...

But that'd bruise my heart,
For the much unhapiness caused,
But if I let this go and not look back,
I know I'll miss you and our friendship.

But I can't hold this anymore,
You have caused much sufferings,
All because of your ego and pride,
You ain't willing to let me be ahead...

This friendship has soured,
I know not how to mend,
I know not if I should patch it,
For I know not what it means to you....

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

Lover or keepsake?

What should I do....
When time calls my name....
Where should I head to...
When all calls me mean...

Is it mean if I care?
Is it mean if I think?
Is it mean to look far?
Or is it mean to just be me?

Who should I call...
When my heart fall...
How should I express...
My feelings so depressed...

Am I yours to love,
Or am I yours to please,
Am I your lover,
Or am I just for keepsake?

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

Sweet Pleasure

Sweet tasting lips,
Tongues entangled,
Hands on your hips,
Sensual muscles strained.

Weight on mine,
Sweet scent lingers,
Pleasure is all in mind,
Our bodies sensually mingles.

Licking mine on yours,
The sweetness of mine,
Filled with protein was yours,
The throbbing being exploding into mine...

Was it me being me,
Or was it you being you,
Was it really mean,
Or was it really that good?

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

Lust, just lust...

Face against mine,
Nose rubbing yours,
Heart beating fast,
Electrifying kiss awaits.

Hand touching face,
Chest against breasts,
Feeling your breath on neck,
Fingers running through body.

Fingers sinking through,
Searching for a warm place,
Standing stick ready to intrude,
Moaned and groaned in pleasure.

Love was gone,
Lust seeped through,
Mind was no longer,
Body yours to indulge.

Sink your fingers deep,
Make my mind go wild,
Deeper, harder, faster...
Go on, don't stop, do it...

Your kiss,
Your touch,
Your hug,
Ever so electrifying.

Turn me on,
Please misbehave,
Let me jump on you,
Allow me to bounce again...

Yes, Oh...
Please don't stop,
Let's do it one more time,
Yes.. Again.. and again...

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

Attention...

Fingers running through my hair,
Warmth spread through my veins,
Secured with a hug and sincere care,
Strictly bonded by the common void.

Loneliness or lack of attention,
All it takes is just an eye contact,
To fill up what we had lacked and desired,
To relive the good memories with an impact.

If I had knew what I needed,
I would have sorted it out,
But I only knew after you came,
Just something I never figure out.

Why have you came,
Into my life without warning,
Why have you chosen me,
And not the rest of the clan?

Are you the prince,
Or are you not,
Are you rescueing me,
Or are you just a spectator?

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

Tribute to Dexter Manalo

When you’re gone

When you’re gone,
You’ll be remembered,
In every smile you spread,
In every laughter you made.

When you’re gone,
You’ll be missed more,
With the help you gave,
With the tips you shared.

When you’re gone,
We’ll remember you,
With a smile on your face,
And moments that we share.

You reminded us,
Of how short life is,
To treasure what we have,
To appreciate all we’ve got.

Dexter,
I pray for your safe journey,
To where we had all come from,
Safe with Him by your side.

Amen.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts