Becoming less

I’m losing parts of myself againGiving up all of my joyAnd lightness for others I feel heaviness insteadDrainedPained StrainedI am disappearingBecoming less of ‘me’Unseen and unnoticed Is it possible to keep being myselfAfter giving everything away?Will I ever recaptureWho I used to be? I am losing my inner lightFading into the darknessAnd it scares me

I hope you’re Proud

As annoying as it is, yours is still the opinion that matters most. Any time I’m doubting my path, I still feel you’re the only one who I’ll listen to about which way I should to go. I wonder if you still care. I wonder if you are proud of me. Seems as though you’ll

Second To None

I was tired and wanted a hug but as you squeezed my arse and started to tease I wondered what other talents those hands  would be willing to perform and where they would be willing to go Perhaps I was tired, but your ability to awaken my desire is second to none.