New Found Feelings
   By Bette Christianson 2009

Hands so soft with the lightest touch

An undeniable feeling of true love

Waiting for the slightest tingle of a her sensuous re-touch

While angels fell from heaven above

And set me free like a beautiful dove

Feelings soaring all around 

Leaving me in a fogbound

My heart was trying to rebound

I opened my eyes

To a beautiful face

That my heart had always tried to deny

But it was my conscious I could not defy

While my hands slid down her silky skin

And undid the clasp that was holding the lace  

My emotions were swirling within

A new found love was taking its place

Sending a sensation shooting through my body

That my heart was trying to embrace

Her Lips so soft and supple

Her breasts creamy and ample

Perked in a upright angle

My soul ignited the final candle

And a unknown passion begin from within

BEHIND THIS MASK

By Bette Christianson

I cannot not see

Behind this mask

So trust can only be the key

while I set out to complete the task

set before me

I kneel upon the floor 

With eyes cast down

and arms bound behind my back

Ready to grow, learn, and explore

I cannot not see

Behind this mask

So trust can only be the key

while I set out to complete the task

set before me

Learning to put my trust in you

I surrender my body, my mind, and my soul

So you can teach me how to show a love that can be true

I cannot not see

Behind this mask

So trust can only be the key

while I set out to complete the task

set before me

My life as I know has changed today

When you told me you would show me the way

To guide me through this life

And leave behind the strife

To teach and guide

And walk by my side

I give to you my heart and soul

So you can teach me how to be whole

My body is yours to do as you please

What ever you want to punish or tease

I kneel before you in total submission

Waiting for your permission

To learn to be whole

And release all that is from my broken soul

© 2008 Bette Christianson. All rights reserved

Nailed To A Cross

Nailed to a cross

He died for our sins

Enduring the whip marks that crisscrossed his skin

A crown made of thorns

Was placed upon his head

While Pilate and his men laughed and showed their scorn

Others wept loudly to show that they were in a deep mourn

Three days in the grave

Before he would rise again

To show everybody that  he really died for their sins

So many have died....

.. ..

Their lives they have set aside....

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To protect ones they love....

.. ..

Now they look down on us from far above....

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They fought for our Country....

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And with their lives paid dearly....

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So we can all live freely....

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Standing so proudly....

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And fighting for our freedom so fiercely....

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They keep on going never giving up....

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Trudging all across the world never once letting up....

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These men and women carry the burden....

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To finish every mission....

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To release us from this terroristic prison....

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So show your thanks....

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For all the different ranks....

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And never forget that if it were not for these wonderful men and women....

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We might not have a place to raise future generations for our  children....

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2008 Bette Christianson. All rights reserved

© 2008 Bette Christianson. All rights reserved

The house is silent ....

No one is around....

She lays motionless upon the cold ground....

Waiting to be found....

She fights to hang on ....

To live another day ....

To see the light of the new day....

.. ..

He beat her till an inch of her life ....

And stood over her while stabbing her with only a kitchen knife....

Over and over he told she was no good ....

She would never amount to anything ....

.. ..

Her life flashes before her eyes ....

She doesn’t want to die....

Memories of happy days ....

Seem so far away....

.. ..

She can feel herself losing the fight ....

Being pulled into the blackness of the night....

And than she sees it a far off light....

.. ..

Moving ever so slowly ....

She walks through the darkness meekly....

Wondering if this place she sees ....

Is any better than this life she leads.....

.. ..

Peace washes over her ....

As she enters the light ....

Her spirit is lifted ....

She no longer has to fight.....

.. ..© 2008 Bette Christianson. All rights reserved.