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How do I define the state of my mind? I am formless shapes changing daily Black blobs, shifting smog lifting overhead I get jumbled up sometimes The want of things tangles me I am too snared to make sense A popularity contest It’s not the talent I have, But the determination I lack I hold …
He was specific with his instructions that day down to the color heels I needed to wear. His office by 11:45am bent over the front of his desk. No bra or panties, my white blouse unbuttoned just until my breasts spill out, my black mini skirt flipped up over my back, legs parted and elbows …
She missed holding hands the most. Watching the way the couple across from her pressed palm flush to palm, fingers entwined and connected brought forth a wave of such longing. Sucking in a breath she tried to look away from their public intimacy but found herself unable to do so. Their lips touching was at …
“Go slow.” I feel your hand at the back of my neck, offering comfort with a squeeze. Your lips brush along the shell of my ear before you whisper, “You know I will.” I do know, have known since the first time I met you. It was the sincerity in your voice as you told …
Waking up to you The heat of you at my back Arm beneath my breasts Your breath fanning my neck I am safe here Filled with want Savoring the hard press of you Enjoying the way you rise like the sun
October was an emotional roller coaster so forgive me for saying I’m glad it’s on its way out. I’m praying November finds me in a better place. I need to learn to stop letting worry eat away at me and start really seeing myself differently. I pray too for a bit of good news next Monday… …
Go No, I won’t stop you Not because I don’t want you But because I don’t know how to keep you I wear my “don’t approach” like a shield And I’ve succeeded in pushing you away So go I’ll live behind my wall Going on with my mind intact And my heart in shreds
Bat shit crazy. When I was younger, I had a fuzzy picture of where I’d be by this point in my life. I’d hoped married to a Christian man that thinks I’m sexy as hell with a few cute kids, a dog, and a two story house. We’d attend some great church, travel a lot, …
See me I am bent Double, triple in time A counterpoint for the thrust Open to the swift shifts in space That make me quiver, shake, moan I’m a moment in eternity as you undo me Do to me as you hold me at the cleft Conquering the great slick divide I am trembling, quaking …