An interior of delicate lace Wrapped in a hard steel exterior The intricate workings of her being Hidden for a certain seeker
A rush of emotion like the blush of a sunset If I could spell out the angst that covers me like dark clouds I’d retell the story of my soul “Once upon a time, there was this pretty brown-skinned girl with a heart full of hope” Oh, the stories I’d narrate to help that one …
Arousal is a delicate thing More than the flowering of her cunt, More than wet desire coating plump lips. She’s seeking that mind-body connection Creeping into her being Deeper than a cock could plunge Stretching the walls of her psyche Leaving her breathless, crying out The name of her lover on her lips The one …
Resentment Not a response you’d expect Here I stand I hum with arousal I sing with regret Picturing your fingers tracing Gliding, tickling, tracing Down the curve of my spine “You’re mine” A jolt of desire A hiss of despair As I let you touch Wake and take Those secret parts of me I shiver …
This wanted to be a story, but it’s the last day of poetry month so I tweaked it a bit. His handshake told me secrets Tight, but not too tight Slightly calloused palms And unbelievable heat I knew in two seconds His attitude, aptitude The depth of his command And his ability to direct me …
Squeezing my eyes shut Tightly wound Breath held Contemplating my know-how Can I? A question asked Repeated on loop I’m hovering, wondering Considering my beginning Can I? Bracing At the start Propelled Compelled to Live, go, breathe, and Exhale
This is me My self-loathing, self-pity, lack of self-worth AND my self-imposed celibacy Pick a problem from the list Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Am I falling in love? Falling to pieces? Fallen in to Oz… Question mark I’m full of them Searching for an explanation for my rampant emotions They’re running away with my logic They’ve …
No longer sacred This space is less mine Instead someone else’s refuge Where will I hide if not here? My holy spot darkened Robbed of my sanctuary I search for a new place Hoping to find safety In a different familiar
Taking advantage Using without regard I’ve been used Body, mind, heart Each part marked My being weary I’m cautious to a fault Unable to love Unwilling to give Solitary entity for a reason Made an island by pain Afraid… Afraid that the next one Who whispers their desire Will ravish my soul To possess my …
A memory The turn of his head The tilt of his smile I go from wondering To dreaming about his scent Lost in thoughts of him A faded awareness An old mental photograph Forever ingrained He’s left his marks On my mind, over my body His essence has altered mine If I could unravel him… …