He wants me more than anything he's ever wanted.
I can see it in his eyes, feel it in his kiss.
He kisses me hard and long, devouring me.
He makes the decisions, he's in control.
My body, soft and supple, follows him,
eagerly anticipating his touch.
I don't think. I just am.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Truthful
Agitated and annoyed.
The children start to cry.
Frozen in my body, wishing I could die.
Passive aggressive undertones abound.
Just say what you want, admit what you've found.
Be honest with yourself, truthful with your soul.
Look your fears in the eye to make yourself whole.
The children start to cry.
Frozen in my body, wishing I could die.
Passive aggressive undertones abound.
Just say what you want, admit what you've found.
Be honest with yourself, truthful with your soul.
Look your fears in the eye to make yourself whole.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Alone
I am all alone inside myself.
I am conflicted and confused.
It's never about me.
It's quiet and safe here.
Safe from others' reality and expectations.
If only It could be safe from me.
I am conflicted and confused.
It's never about me.
It's quiet and safe here.
Safe from others' reality and expectations.
If only It could be safe from me.
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