I have taken a turbulent, tumble in the darkness of my mind. In here I lay naked. Shakened but unmoved. I want to grab hold of the rope but in my quest to find peace, I rest in this void. I sleep in this delusion. I delight in the waves. Here, I lose parts of me. Here, I search for solitude. Here, I see the life before me unfold; until I decide I don't want to be here anymore..

Sincerely,
a servant

I am but a woman,
becoming unclothed,
in front of an audience,
that easily,
dispose,
and discard,
the misunderstood..

Sincerely,
a servant

Comfort, came to her like a wave. Inhaling what it feels like to be free. Feeling the tingles increase as she falls deeper into the bedding of his promises.

Security, in sensing, he's strong enough to protect her from the storm. Awakening to every part of her, she needs tended to, in order to give her all..

Laughter, such sweet sounds, grow denser, heavier with each laugh compressed out of her stomach.

Cherished, by the arms that wraps around her before she leaves like a thief in the night.

Honesty, in the sincerity of his eyes. Emotions runs high with each trust she emblems.

Trust, oh how it's given with each action he proves to be correct to his character.

Sensitivity, he observes he needs and blesses her with, as he understands her inner parts.

Wonder, the looks she gives, every time he walks pass her. With each gift he releases unto her, she's honored to be remembered by him.

Passion, it turns into thunder, lightning slashes across the skies, unable to contain, what's shared between them.

Thoughtfulness, the richness he has for her. Keeps him reaching a high he'll never come down from. He continues to be selfless for her.

Respect, boundaries he treads lightly. Not willing to lose the levels they've climbed together.

He do these things, because he loves her. He sees she's worth the climb. Every bit of patience it takes to reach deep within her heart and get a glimpse of her soul. He keeps going, for they are one. Shalom

Sincerely,
a servant

Puff, puff,
inhale,
the need,
of their cigarette,
hands.

The incomplete feeling,
of not having,
the freedom,
each huff,
gives.

The tips,
of their fingers,
itches,
just for one,
hit.

Breathe,
the smoke,
into their,
lungs.

Kiss,
the filter,
as if it's a lovers,
tongue,
tracing,
each line on their lips,
savoring its taste.

Lifting their heads,
slightly high,
as they blow,
the waves,
to the sky.

Thinking deeply,
and releasing,
stressing less,
the craving,
of their addiction,
under control.

The tingles,
within their nerves,
cools,
settles,
hinged.

Until the beacon,
of its poison,
calls again.

Sincerely,
a servant

This skin..

Has hardened over the years. It went from innocence to mystery to misery.

This skin, has lived through times. This skin, has lightened, darkened, shaded and scarred overtime.

This skin, cannot be replaced; changed or reversed. I am what I've lived. I am what I've seen.

I am what I've touched, I am what I've done..

This skin, tells stories. This skin, gives vibes and history to those looking upon me.

This skin, is a road map of me. This skin, cannot be denied, transformed or unhinged.

No matter how hard I may have tried to hide. My skin will always expose me.

This skin, has and will always be writing history until the day I die. I cannot change what my skin has endured.

My name is Shiloh and I am this skin..

Sincerely,
a servant