I’m restless. I desperately want him now but it’s past midnight. Should I wake him from his slumber by pressing my body against his? Should I coax his eyes open and onto my curves? No, I’ll let him sleep. He’ll never know about the missed opportunity.
I’m not entirely sure when it started, but by lunch time I desperately wanted to grab you by your shirt collar and kiss you by the stairs.
Please give me a few days to decode the smile you gave me. I don’t yet know what it meant, but my body won’t stop complaining about wanting to see more.
Red wine and French JazzAn elevation of sophistication and wisdomSuddenly I know more of the world than I usually doI am an experienced cosmopolitanI am a quick-witted sageI am an encyclopedia of the ancient worldOh, this glass from Bordeaux mixed with sweet tonesHow you fool meIt is but an illusion of enlightenmentI’ll see you hereContinue reading “Bordeaux Illusion”
Sometimes the darkness blasts its way in I fight against feelings of crushing inadequacy and uselessness in this seemingly capable worldI have to fight so hard to remember all the things I’ve learnedI have come too far to tumble backwards from this savage mental pushI tell the world that I am stronger than this, theyContinue reading “Constant whisper”
My favourite smell in the world is the scent of Jasmine in the air before it rains. It reminds me of my youth, sitting on my bed beside an open window, drinking in the feelings of first love. When all of life’s possibilities layed themselves out like a blanket of stars and hope held myContinue reading “Jasmine”
I escape. Writing on the pages of my mind, racing to create a utopia.A world more lovely and calm.A world filled with apex creations.Sorrow can’t find me here.I’ll erase the heavy weights from my life.I’ll write in yellows and greens, maybe a touch of purple.For a moment I find a sublime reprieve.I linger.I return. I’llContinue reading “Escape”
Maybe today I push you up against the bedroom wall and surprise you with a passion I mistakenly buried in my youth.
Sometimes I wish I could just run out the front door of my life. I too want to be wild, spontaneous and carefree. In all honestly though, if I did slip away I wouldn’t know where to start. I’d probably return, banging on the door to be let back in.
When you have a shower do you think of me? As that water runs down your body do you imagine it is my hands instead?