I’m trying my best
I’m shutting my mind
I’m reading a book
I’m eating sweet cake.
Anything to qualm
These pesky annoying sweet
Butterflies
Flying
Flapping
Flickering
Inside of me.
I’m trying my best
I’m shutting my mind
I’m reading a book
I’m eating sweet cake.
Anything to qualm
These pesky annoying sweet
Butterflies
Flying
Flapping
Flickering
Inside of me.
Tender hands so warm
Placed upon my hungry skin
Yours are all I need
I can taste you without tasting you
I can feel you without feeling you
I can hear you without listening
I can see without seeing you.
Still my flesh craves
To make you
Wholly
Mine.
One of the nicest things a man can do for a woman is to help her feel secure. To make her feel that he is there for her. I speak for myself on this, but I have learnt that when I am feeling insecure it prompts a whole rash of odd, eccentric, psycho behavior. Attention-seeking behavior. Random texts that make no sense. Random words that make even less. Mood swings and aggression. Clinginess and tears. Poetry and prose and writing and a never-ending well of words.
When I am feeling secure I am a whole different person. Confident and out-going. Centered and in control. In my own power.
My success-relationships in the past had this in common. I felt secure. I felt wanted. I felt desired. I felt attractive. And I felt the other person was ‘into me’. That they were going to put in effort to pursue. That all I had to do was allow them to do just that. And none of them involved ‘flirting’. There was attraction, but it was on a deeper level than the superficial game of flirting. It involved speaking to me. Getting to know me. And addressing me by name. Like I’m a real person and not a random female sex object. Thats always a start!
I waited
I wrote
I wept
And who cares about that
It’s happened!
I’ve met someone
Someone who sees my soul
Who sees my smile
Who sees me
Oh glorious life
Oh wondrous world
My head is spinning
My heart is flowing
My smile is smiling
I’ve met someone!
Take me naked
Take me dressed
Take me anywhere
The way you like best
Take me wild
Take me free
Unlock the desires
In the woman you see
I’ll be yours
I’ll open my arms
I’ll submit myself
To your wily charms
When I think of him
My heart skips a beat
When he looks my way
My face flushes with heat
When he speaks to me
I wonder what to say
In everything I do
I give myself away
I have a new crush
Divine masterpiece
I am not dead yet –
Passion, to be seized
Love me
Love me do
Love me like you do
Love me till all our passion
All our passion is consumed
Love me till this night is through
I’ll be on my knees for you
Your smokey eyes are a balm
Your accent weakens my resolve
My heart is beating
My pulse is racing
I am alive
So there I was, coffee in hand, when the elevator rang, I ran, already waiting, you held the door, we travelled to our floor, empty space separating us, confined space connecting us, you smiled, gracing me with your shouldering eyes, I smiled.
A chance encounter.