call me!

I read your sensual words. I can’t deny the affect they have. The slight blush and the heat that wanders from my core to my center. I press my knees together. Blissful, tormenting heat.

I hear your voice. You called. And I hear the affect I have on you too. You sound breathless and your voice is higher. More heat spreads inside me. Blissful, tormenting heat. And it is your doing.

Your voice utters more words. My body reacts. You know it does. And as I follow your orders and give my own, I giggle. Yes, I giggle. Because you know the right words and the way they affect me. Goose flesh spreads all over my skin.

Wandering hands. Rustling sheets. Hushed voices on the phone, and heated skins. Words. Demanding. Sweet. Begging. More. And you know how to pleasure me.

The magic words. The ones that never disappoint. The order comes. I hear it and imagine your ragged breath against my ear. Your hands on me. Those words. Just two. Deeply affecting me. *** *****

Fire in my veins. Devouring pleasure. Trembling. Pulsating. Inside. Outside. And still your voice in me. Urging me on. Can’t stop now. The tension that once lived inside is soaking my fingers. Your words released me.

I can’t move. I can’t think. There are no words. Silence. Your silence is just as affecting as your words. Your erratic breath tells me everything I need to know. I affect you too.

For a moment, the world ceases to exist. Just you. Me. Our breaths. Our silence. Shared words that don’t need to be said. Subsiding heat. Fading tension. A chuckle. Two more words. And the call ends.

Not the beginning, not the end

Dark nights
Bright days
Never forget
Our happy sails.
Stormy waters
Foggy mist
You are at the top
of my list.

Our hearts
were not ready
Our souls
Were starving.
Our minds
Got distracted
Our worlds
Imploded – exploded.

Too many
internal fights
Too many
Silent nights
Too many lefts
That were never right
Too much of us
And the light shone too bright.

Now that we are gone
We are existing again
Now that we are apart
We can grow again
Now that this page is written
Our story is complete
Now that our hearts beat out of tune
We need to write new songs.

Precious treasure
Buried chest
Planted seed
The beginning
And
The end.

Beating heart

My heart has to be able to beat without you to set my soul free

But my soul is holding on to your memory

My memories pretend to be in tune with yours

But we are out of tune. You and me.

Travelling next to each other in different directions

If we walk long enough, we will meet again

I’d walk over mountain and swim through the seas

To find my way into your heart

And let it beat again for me.

Draw me

Draw me in an ocean
Draw me in the sand
Draw me in the seas
Draw me on the land.

Draw me on the clouds
And push the sky away.
Draw me under your skin
In this special magic way.

Draw me in your music
And draw me on your sheets
Draw me in your mind
Draw me when we are in heat.

Draw my silhouette
Draw my soul
Draw my flaws
And draw what makes me whole.

Draw me in my sleep
Draw me on my knees
Draw a picture of me on your heart;
For I am your most precious piece of art.

I’m only human

If you look at me, please see me. If you see me for the person that I am, please love me.
If you listen to me, please hear me. If you hear my words, please understand them.
If you want me, don’t hold back. If you don’t hold back, I will be all yours.

***

This is actually no fiction. This is all me in my most vulnerable state. I am afraid to be invisible, invaluable, used…

Am I right or am I left?

I am right when I turn left

I am left when I am right

I sleep in my dreams

And dream when I am asleep

I cry when I laugh

And laugh when I cry

I am invisible when I am here

And here when I’m invisible

I am here when I am there

And there when I am here

I make no sense when I write

And I write non-sense

I listen to your whisper

And whisper when I listen

I do all and am nothing

I do nothing and am all

Two sides to every story

Two stories for every side.