The Poetry and Prose of Johanna Kaye Fugitt
Forever withheld,
the emotions that rage within.
Never to know daylight,
always existent in darkness.
This desire for you shall be hidden,
forbidden life,
trapped by walls of my own design.
Oh, to tumble the blockade
that holds me separate from you.
To hear freedom’s bells turn
into harmonies of love,
my senses surrounded
by the very essence of you.
To forget everything,
from self-consciousness to fear,
lost within your embrace.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
The mystery continues.
Fate controls the thread of my life.
She alone knows
who it is that waits for me.
If only I could see his face
so I would know who he is,
but no images of him do I know.
No pre-existent knowledge of when,
or where I shall meet him.
At times it is hard to move on,
to find him my obsession.
One I have learned to live with.
The dream of being loved
driving me to keep going.
He’s all I have ever wanted,
all I have ever needed in my life.
I have imagined his face on others,
only to find he doesn’t live in them.
I have yet to see his true form
and all I have to ask is
when will he be here?
No answer do I receive,
as I wait, stagnant.
Not wanting to move for fear
that I might pass him by.
However, I must live,
go on with life,
for ironically,
that will be when he arrives.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
If only someone’s voice
rang out across time
to reach me where I stand,
my ears would crave such melody.
Should I perish without knowledge
of the sweet, addicting nectar of love and lust,
my life shall have been lived in vain.
For all should at one time know such pleasure,
of the searching caresses,
the taste of skin and tongue.
Oh, to know the simple ecstasy of the touch
of his hand upon my breast.
To be apart of a group that has experienced desire,
and that of being desired.
To have someone thirst for you,
only able to slake that craving with you.
Alas, will I be the one who shall only dream of such?
Only the fates know the answer,
And I wait, hoping it will be in my favor.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
A coarse sort of resignation,
Acceptance of what will never be.
This is how it shall end,
For who could ever love a beast?
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
I still feel his lost touch,
years from now.
I’m no angel.
I said things before thinking.
Caught up in the moment,
in the excitement.
I’m no angel.
Yet I am an innocent,
within a virgin heart,
and an unsure stance.
I’m no angel.
Please understand.
I do feel the because
I’m no angel.
Please forgive me.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
so lost within you
so lost without
you reach me in darkness
and reach me in light
teach me your love
teach me your life
love me today
love me forever
eternity is just enough
infinity is not
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
I hold my breath
waiting
for a glimpse of you
of that love
I hunger for
I long for
it seems
that as long
as I am without you
the longer
I am lost
among a jungle
without a way
to cut through
yet as I am lost
I must find
within myself
the strength
to carry on
to find my home
until your eyes I meet
across a crowded room
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
nights are so hard
to fall asleep to
loneliness is like insomnia
sleep a desire
but forbidden it seems
my heart feels a lurch
every time I see the empty bed
the silence in my home
unbearable at times
the echoes of your voice
wake me from restless dreams
sure you were there with me
but finding no one
only hearing the sound
of my own breathing
at times
the tears fall without end
the pain of being alone
too much to bear
sobs possess my entire body
as every thought
is consumed by that
which I do not have
every night
when I close my eyes
and every morning
when I open them
three words cling to my lips
seeking you
wherever you maybe
“where are you?”
crying for you to come
to be with me
finding me
easing this tortured,
lonely heart of mine
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
I slide into your arms
feeling the goosebumps rise
as anticipation sets in
as my breasts tighten
in reaction to your closeness
everything about you
creates a heat that burns
whenever you are near
even in thought
does the desire
pull at me
telling me to make a move
to let you know
how much I crave
all that is you
your lips I wish to taste
devouring them
with mine own
were I to have my way
I would scorch a path
down the line of your neck
to your belly
lapping at the delicious delicacy
that is your manhood
never stopping until
my knowledge of you
is complete
to see as I jump
over the edge of sanity
the look upon your face
as you follow me
what I would do to you
were you mine. . .
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
once you have given me
that part of you
you can never go back
I would carry it with me
until this physical host
that houses this soul
is turned to dust
until my spirit is a figment
of a goddess’s heart
and my memories,
those written in memoirs
have themselves been passed down
from the hands of a hopeless romantic and on
in my mind I see you
I know as I have no other
you are the fantasy made real
the desires of my heart made truth
those around me will reason with me
declaring you as false
but in the very fiber of my being
I know you as something to believe in
a beauty in a world of hatred
© Johanna Fugitt 2017
in the end i am yours 