Charismatic, Presence commanding my attention
I see you...My heart flutters, my pussy quivers.
The hairs on my arm stick straight up the closer you approach.
Our lips meet, my knees buckle.
We share the same breath. I breathe you, you devour me. You breathe me, I devour you. I breathe you, you devour me.
It's never ending. Limitless.
An optimist
Yes you can. Yes we can. Why stop at the stars when we can slow grind together on the moon.
My calm after any storm despite how catastrophic the aftermath
Raining positivity, through me. With kisses and comforting arms. Words that speak, truth, realism, all the shit I don't want to acknowledge but need to be CAREfronted with.
Calm winds in the chaotic thing I call my life. My break from life's bullshit.
You enter my apartment, close the door. Knock knock, down the walls. We build my home.
You see me.
Bare. Vulnerable. Exposed. Open to criticism.
You dwell there, with me. Quietly adding your name to the deed.
Subtly,
Invade my head, push my ego out. Soft lips invade my ear and whisper, 'let. love. win'. We, my ego and I, submit.
Legs and lips part instinctually.
Anticipatory moan escapes my mouth as I breathe you and you. Devour. Me.
My mind,
Deceives me, this is a fantasy. Where you're close to entering me. You fall short, purposely torturing me.
In that moment, you engage me in non sexual conversation that has my legs and lips part instinctually.
Anticipatory moans escape my lips
As I wait for the next thought about your love for humanity, equal rights, feminism, or limitless love.
Seconds pass, I blink, and your lips are on mine.
As if we share the same thoughts.
I. Want. You.
We share the same breath. You breathe me, I devour you. I breathe you, you devour me. You breathe me, I devour you. I breathe you. You devour me.
Privately,
We do what we do but never kiss and tell. How could one find words for what transpires between the bodies of two beings drawn together by the moon? The words of the greatest wordsmith couldn't bring justice to what we share.
SHE is God's gift to women.
Yet He chose ME, to be her Sunshine through pain. Her stiff arm to injustices. Her pleasure. Her bite after barking. Her companion, for life.
She is God's gift to women, specifically shown to me. At the perfect time in both our life's courses.
I am me and she lives in me.
Signed,
The Poet in the making
I see you...My heart flutters, my pussy quivers.
The hairs on my arm stick straight up the closer you approach.
Our lips meet, my knees buckle.
We share the same breath. I breathe you, you devour me. You breathe me, I devour you. I breathe you, you devour me.
It's never ending. Limitless.
An optimist
Yes you can. Yes we can. Why stop at the stars when we can slow grind together on the moon.
My calm after any storm despite how catastrophic the aftermath
Raining positivity, through me. With kisses and comforting arms. Words that speak, truth, realism, all the shit I don't want to acknowledge but need to be CAREfronted with.
Calm winds in the chaotic thing I call my life. My break from life's bullshit.
You enter my apartment, close the door. Knock knock, down the walls. We build my home.
You see me.
Bare. Vulnerable. Exposed. Open to criticism.
You dwell there, with me. Quietly adding your name to the deed.
Subtly,
Invade my head, push my ego out. Soft lips invade my ear and whisper, 'let. love. win'. We, my ego and I, submit.
Legs and lips part instinctually.
Anticipatory moan escapes my mouth as I breathe you and you. Devour. Me.
My mind,
Deceives me, this is a fantasy. Where you're close to entering me. You fall short, purposely torturing me.
In that moment, you engage me in non sexual conversation that has my legs and lips part instinctually.
Anticipatory moans escape my lips
As I wait for the next thought about your love for humanity, equal rights, feminism, or limitless love.
Seconds pass, I blink, and your lips are on mine.
As if we share the same thoughts.
I. Want. You.
We share the same breath. You breathe me, I devour you. I breathe you, you devour me. You breathe me, I devour you. I breathe you. You devour me.
Privately,
We do what we do but never kiss and tell. How could one find words for what transpires between the bodies of two beings drawn together by the moon? The words of the greatest wordsmith couldn't bring justice to what we share.
SHE is God's gift to women.
Yet He chose ME, to be her Sunshine through pain. Her stiff arm to injustices. Her pleasure. Her bite after barking. Her companion, for life.
She is God's gift to women, specifically shown to me. At the perfect time in both our life's courses.
I am me and she lives in me.
Signed,
The Poet in the making
