Sweet Addictionall the words I so carefully preparedlost themselves somewhere on my tongueas yours slid across it,and the promises I made to myselfwere broken before I even spoke the words...almost as quickly as my resolve,as your sure fingers brought me backto the place only you and I know.the sweetest of addictionsgrips me when you are herethis person I am with youis the person I have always wanted to become -and your gentle encouragementmakes it so easy to just be.every second that passesis another step toward the hurt that I knowfate has in store for the both of us,but the space I swore I'd make you takeclosed between us in only secondsas twin emerald orbs drew me intothe magical circle that has always been us.And as i drive home far too latei am reminded of the words i had planned to saybut my love-filled heart pushes them downout of the wayto make room for the contentmentthat my heart has waited so long to feel.
Not Just WordsIt started simply enough.I knew him, he knew me. Well, knew OF. Maybe a few words as we passed now and again, but nothing substantial. A whole year of "nothing substantial" went by, and one day I heard him say something that impressed me. That guy has values, I said to myself. That guy is well-liked and respected. And goodness, I never noticed before, really, but he's also beautiful. So I made a point of saying hello, with only the most innocent of intentions.Turns out, he was just as inspiring and sweet as I had suspected. We had some interesting conversations - not just the "hey how are you what do you do for a living and where do you live". More like, "this is my life, and this is who I am" talks. I caught myself mentally holding up the List of Me(tm). (The List of Me is just that: a list of my beliefs, thoughts, dreams, feelings.) See, he had taken the test without even knowing. And as I held up his answer sheet, I found that almost every little dot matched my own. I
What Wouldwhat would happenif i traced the wordsi want youon the back of your handpushed my chair just a bit closerand let my kneebarely touch yoursunder this tablewhat would you sayif my eyes lingered at your lipsand saw myself kissing thembefore lifting my gaze to match your ownand bringing the corner of my hungry mouthup oh-so-slightlyjust enough to tell you what I'm thinkingwhat would we doif the strap on my dressslipped down my shoulderof its own accordand i left it therecurling around my armjust like i want your fingers towhat would happenif i invaded this space between usgave you the chance for only a fleeting momentto touch me as I hope you want towould you let me inor would your fingertips drop to the bandgolden around your fingertwisting it slowlyas you walk away
Illicitwrong/rightmatters/nottwist my stomachin guilt's tight'ning knotsbelong to anotheronly on paperadore you much morelove you much deeperpull away nowlike I know I shouldyour eyes draw me backyou knew they wouldteasing/temptingso desiredyou on my skinis all i requiretake/givelove, then sleepi could just hand youmy soul to keepsweet, trysting secretwho needs seethis perfection embodiedillicit in me?
euphoria untitled VI will have you in your bed,where the pillows smell like your hairand the sheets know every inch of your bodyeven better than I do.I'll wrap you in your linens,and uncover you inch by inch;discovering you with lips thatcannot stop kissing your flesh.Take you within me,give you as much as you'd like to takefrom this body that needs your kisses;and this soul that adores your spirit.I'll fall asleep in your arms,and try to fit my bodyin the places your mattress fits to youjust as your heart fits with mine.I will love you,more than you thought possibleand less than I will when I awakenand find you still asleep next to me.
Barrencreation's glowing wonderlost from the confines of this wombunable to sustain lifepast a few unknowing weekstoo many timeshours spent doubled overin the position a baby would be inif it wasn't leaving mespilling out its lifebloodon the white tile flooraching, empty armspush me through yet another testone more "maybe this time"while dreams of chubby blue-eyed angelsbring me again and againto waking tearsand he does not hold melet me drown my fearsagainst his shoulderinstead i am toldhe didn't want a baby anywayso day after dayblind faith and a mother's hopekeep the prayers aliveas i struggle with the inevitable question"what is half a woman worth?"
Arcanumswimming in misplaced kisseslaid in electric latitudethe shimmering visions of youthat I had before this nightwere not ever as beautifulas the glow of your dampened skinand your lazy smilewarms the few placesyour tongue hasn't touchedsilent awe andemerald eyes filled with wonderclutch my gazecalculating their descentdown my bodytaking in the paleness of my fleshwith a soft-edged hungerbefore coming to reston my shy smileyou say my namewhispering it like a sacred mantraand my fingers lightly trace your lipsas you tell me you love meslowly, deliberatelyagain and againwhile a hint of contentment's smilelifts the corner of your tender mouththe meeting ofuncallous lipsas the satin soundspuncuate the quiet unspokenand the crisp linens entanglebinding us like wrists tothe bedpost
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