Of course
Me and laurenlanee lookin like cool cats 😻😽
love letters tucked in the back of my throat
He loves me the way I should be loved.
What I mean is, he loves me the way the world says I should be loved.
He gives himself to me, time and time again without hesitation when all I know how to do is second guess his touch.
He tells me that he’ll be there when I change my mind.
Honestly, I…
I’ve spent more time in your arms than in your bed
This was never the plan but neither of us seem to mind it
When you’re in me
All the things we refuse to say out loud are spoken in movement
You don’t want me to want anyone else
but you don’t want me to want you as much as I do either
Oddly enough I understand,
I want you to myself but I don’t want you too close.
Confusing, I know.
Sooner or later we’ll be getting ourselves into trouble because this works so well…
but we don’t want it to.
There’s a very thin line we seem to be walking on, sooner or later it’s bound to break
Break through to all the things we refuse to confront in ourselves for ourselves, for each other.
I hate the thought of anyone else listening to you the way I do about the things you’re passionate for.
And a part of me wants the parts of you I’m scared of.
The parts I tend to run away from with everyone else
But I’m getting ahead of myself because this was never the plan.
The Mourning After
You love her and I’m with him but we find comfort in your bed
We have to stop, we want to stop
But I’m here again.
You’re missing her, he’s mad at me
We’re lost at sea and I need you close
It’s wrong, we know
But we justify it in a million ways that help us sleep at night
Last night I didn’t sleep much
I touched your skin and you touched mine, you make me melt
But I can’t tell you that you do,
You love her and I’m with him.
You said let’s not do this anymore and I agree but will you touch me one last time?
So wrong of me to ask, I know. But I need your hands, your lips, your skin
My body begs for you but I won’t allow myself to utter the words.
Half naked in your bed I console you
You’re not crazy, you’re in love
I’m not horrible, I’m scared.
And none of this is worth our friendship
Or the mourning, after.
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I’m 25 years old. One milestone to 30. The concept of starting a life with a man looks, at times, to be lightyears from where I’m standing. The creating of one? A life? A new one? Even further. The idea of bearing children is cause for an amazing anxiety. The body of a woman becomes a living…
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I open you up
with a soul so pure
soul so sure
I read your pages
that write themselves
about our sexual encounters
so enticing;sending chills up my back bone … but for you they’d never count.
Funny you become the gentleman who kisses my hand before he breaks my fingers .. kind of heart…
On your Knees
Forgive me father for I’ve sinned
I can’t forgive
But I know you and God can
And here I am in this iron maiden
Ready to profess my sins
My filth to you
Forgive me father
For I’m not the saint thought out to be
Or the saint that is wanted
I find comfort within the beauty of filth
I find…
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I drift off but I’m fully aware you’re here,
My body wants you, pressed against you, moans for you.
I dream about you while you’re next to me
That you’ll grab my thighs while I’m calling for you
Push up against me
Whisper in my ears and ask me if I want you
I’ll mumble and you’ll know…