Trust! Your look was endeared with amazement in the clarity of my eyes but you failed to see the pain inside them. You were so caught up in the shape of my lips that you missed the purpose that they spoke to
I anticipate calculated touches in my mind that give haste to the concept of time Dedicated to the signs, that keeps the feeble mind from constant rewind Conducting searches with hopes to find, something intriguing gentle and kind Skin flutters (shift) The
Someone believes that as long as it is fellatio we good to chop it up dough…. someone believes that it takes a whole bunch of Steve’s to please me an have me at my knees…. someone believes that they know me an
He looked at me transparently without inhibition Grabbing me close holding me tight like a key fitting in the ignition His touch sent chills and shivers up my spine, losing track, focus, no time As he uttered words that opened my mind
Not gone make me into what I AM not! The worst thing you can do To a woman Is, to try to steal her identity. Belittling her because she is a thinker Being intimidated By her strength, in her weakness Taunting her
I was alone, Thinking of the what if’s Between me and you Contemplating the blending of our hues Wondering if enough time was spent embracing each other’s blues The anticipated consent Leaving mixed residue of untold clues Laying to rest Falsified truths
The Queens Burden The seeds that grew and developed inside me Multiplied in time over & over again Divided by the distractions for all to see They got my babies focused on misplaced emotions, turning up and hair weaves Killing each other
You dipped me as far as the eye can see You equipped within the dip screamed honesty Your intensity to be free drenched me completely I maintaining the ability to receive willingly Without questioning how diligently You could keep me convincingly Intrigued.
He cuffed my symphonies at the brink of sync Grasping my A flats in tuned to my C sharps Having me entranced seeing visions of Melodic harps Tickling ever so gently, gracefully, intermingling the beauty to the art Strumming my essence,
He treated me like the leaves that fell off the trees that get kicked into the streets ran over turned into debris then tries at that point to pick me back up to receive some relieve but the damage is already done
I have got to love me more than what my eyes can see Cultivating my gifts in such a way that it is not seized Pouring into self naturally excitement beyond glee On purpose living without cost connected to greed I have
I long to hear the words I love you in its proper context The fleeting moments of the hustle and bustle of life Love has become a fleeting saying that is casually said in passing as if a greeting compared to hello?
My patience is wearing thin Plotting thinking hard to avoid sin Emotions raging as if drunk off that gin Tired of sacrificing internally from deep within Desperately seeking insight to live again Falling so heavy my head just keeps a spinning
My understanding of the reality (me) You remind me……………………………. of me It is strange to see, Pictures of you in my head, Of you being the replica of me, Thought, it is was cute …………. But reality says, sometimes I get
I am not SOME ALLEY CAT…. That you can just misuse an abuse, just because you like this quiescent state that anticipates,an awakening shake That could very well turn out to be fake Cause you by choice seemly negate, That facts are