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.

flowers

who will put flowers on my grave?
who will be there on my final days?
and when I am gone
when I sang my final song,
who will take flowers to my grave?
In the rain
waiting to be washed away,
like the fading flowers on my grave.
and there I wait
for my ultimate fate
and I see your flowers on my grave.

*inspired by the song Flowers by Antimatter*

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…

Spirits in need near the edge of lust

Spirits in need
Under crumbling bridges.
Bring back whatever it is you stole;
My love, my lust, my gentle touch.
Iridescent stars light the way
Shining on – and guiding our lost minds.
Souls meeting in silent understanding,
Intuition tells us what we need to do.
Our selves lose importance
Near the edge of lust.

(could this poem be an acrostic?! Yes, maybe, certainly, it is!)

untitled (suggestions welcome)

Leaves dancing in the rain
Sun licking the morning dew;
Reflections in the window pane
Grey skies turning blue.

Behind a concealing mask
Feelings are an uncomfortable mess,
To understand is an unbearable task
And it’s easier to leave than to stay, I guess.

Toxic thoughts and actions;
Driving​ so-called friends away
Understanding their reactions
But missing them forever and a day.

More light in the dark
More tears in an ocean
Another life’s mark
Overcome by emotion.

A head full of spinning thoughts
Cowering in the corner of my mind
To unfurl their knots.
Once again, I am left behind.

A soap bubble of for never
Floating up to the clouds
A memory to stay forever
Hidden from the crowds.

I am the shadow in my light
I am the hope in my despair
But after my lastest sleepless night
I can say that I am still there.

pleading to the full moon

The moon is blinding me
Hiding our sin
I am not sure if I am okay

If I could just see…
If I kiss the sweat off your skin
Could our love see another day?

If we drowned in the sea
Or let the sun wear us thin
What if the love let us sway?

How wrong could that be?
Would we believe the voices within?
And would we take a chance to let our love stay?

How many days until we are free?
How many lost battles until we win?
There has to be a way.