Don’t pick me.
Water me, adore me, care for me
Admire me, love me, touch me
Stroke me, hold me momentarily
Now let go, before you hurt me.
Potential, there goes that word again
It can sometimes be just as intoxicating as love
Fills your mind and cradles your heart with so many ”what ifs”
The anticipation filling your womb with frenzied butterflies
Excitement causing your heart to flutter
Potential, perhaps a preclude to love or
Just a mere possibility of what could potentially never be
But the thought of what could be
Feeds the desire to obtain what now should be
More than just potentially.
I crave it! Feen for it even. I tend to physically, emotionally and verbally express myself in all aspects with use of every emotion. When upset… I may cry, furrow my eye brows or become reclusive and quiet. When I’m happy…I grin from ear to ear, dance to my favorite song in the mirror over and over or pray a thankful prayer. When in love or even in like… I express it down to the very core of the woman I am. I will use any endearing term or phrase that organically escapes my lips, use these same lips to plant kisses over and over and all over, nurture, cook, dance for him…please him.
So what’s a girl to do when her affection is stifled or shunned…
He intrigues me…
As I watch him stride across the room
ever so smoothly, my heart stops completely.
Then as the space closes between us
my heart starts again.
Only this time its racing, racing to fall…
I try frantically to keep my composure
as I struggle to breathe.
How did he gain such power over me
in such a short time?
Why does HE hold this power?
I try to move my legs but the battle between Continue reading
I like when I think about
the fact that you love me
I don’t know why and
maybe reasons don’t matter
but all of my experiences
has led me to this moment…
I wish I could write deep and
extensive poetic words here
but this love is simple
hence my basic wording
You take all the drama in
my life and write it into
a single moment of perfection
For this, I love you.
I could say more but I’d be lying
The extent of my capabilities to
try to further express what I feel
is disabled at this point
The solitude I savored with the peaceful noise of the seashore
appeased a hunger within I didn’t realize needed nourishment
I was able to let my thoughts run wild without distraction
Surprisingly, you consumed all of them