When you wrap your hand around yourself and move it up and down enjoying that raw pleasure… do you think of me? Do you imagine I’m with you biting your ear? Because when I’m touching myself just right… I imagine you’re here. Baby come home… Lover, I’m waiting for you to return so we canContinue reading “Imagine”
Why don’t you make a fuss over me,celebrate me and the things I have done?I know you celebrate others,use all your encouraging words and shout-out-loud with pride. Why don’t you treasure me, love me tenderly and show me that you care? I know you used to, back when we were younger and you were elatedContinue reading “Fuss Over Me”
The way you view the world and the way you love in poetry is like a silent hurricane… it takes me by surprise overwhelms mepulls me apart For some reason it hurts my heart to see it even if it’s just ideas you have pieced together I want to be loved like that I wantContinue reading “Poetic Wreckage”
I get a certain kind of pleasure when I run my fingers down your sides and watch you flinch from the sensation. I love to discreetly rub your crotch and whisper something suggestive in your ear while we have a house full of guests for dinner. I get a kick out of sending you dirtyContinue reading “Little Teases”
Please don’t write poetry for me My soft heart Just can’t take it I don’t want to fall in love with you There On that page But I know myself I would Your tender-hearted words Deserve to be read by someone Who can love you back Without breaking themselves into two So, please Don’t writeContinue reading “Don’t write for me”
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 meContinue reading “Becoming less”
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’llContinue reading “I hope you’re Proud”
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