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Pure happiness,
Drenched, no, saturated -
Overwhelmed by meaningful moments,

Complete.

Security in adventure -
What I want for you,
is
Love.
To the woman I love, Jing.
My lips are almost chapped even though I use chapstick more often than I eat. They are in limbo, halfway between being soft and kissable and being dry and raw. I don't kiss you as often as I'd like, even though I kiss you several times every day. Kissing you feels so good, because your mouth is warm and soft and moves perfectly with mine. The touch of your lips is tender and sweet, except when it's not. Except when it's deeper and more urgent and your body tenses up and presses itself against me and your arms pull me closer. Except when I can tell you want more, more, MORE. Except when I want that too.
            2. My chest is small and pale and I might be allergic to something because I've got a rash. My chest is always covered by some brightly-colored piece of fabric. It's only bare when I'm in the shower and to be honest that's where I think about you the most. With the water running through my hair and across my skin I think about your eyes and your shy smile and your hands and your laugh. My chest is what you'd call 'petite' but I love it because it lets me pretend I'm a size XS.
            3. My arms are skinny but strong. They're pure muscle and when I move them around, miracle of miracles, they don't jiggle. They're pale too, but that's ok. I'll get tan this summer. It'll probably be a farmer's tan. My arms have about a million nerve endings and I never knew that up until a few weeks ago when you decided to discover what drives me insane. And guess what? You found it. I love it when you move your hands around because your touch makes me light up but the light dies down after a while if you don't keep reminding me that you're there.
             4. My back is the only part of me that got tan. I was wearing a one-piece swimsuit all of last summer and there was a hole in the back. My spine has a 17% curve and I have a few blackheads here and there because I work out so often. I can feel your arm slipping around my waist before it gets to where it wants to stay and that makes me crazy. It makes me want to lie on my back someplace where we can be alone and let your hands go other places (like to the zipper of your jeans or the scar on my ear)
               5. My stomach is the most important part of me. I like to keep it pink and clean and empty. I'd like it to be pure muscle and curves because skinny is good but I don't know if I have the strength to make that happen. Whenever you touch my waist (or anywhere, everywhere), something stirs deep inside of me. I wonder if you feel it too, if you feel it in your stomach or somewhere else or everywhere else.
                6. My inner thighs are probably the only part of me I haven't let you explore yet. Don't worry baby, I promise I won't hold back forever. It's just that my thighs are covered in stretch marks and memories of scars and I don't want you seeing that because I don't want to hurt you. But sometimes it feels like you're holding back too because you don't want to hurt me. I'll let you in on a little secret though- nothing can hurt me. I have armor made of titanium and nothing can pierce it except for words meant only for me and little touches that no one else can see. But here's another secret - there's a pretty little gap between my thighs that measures almost an inch if I lean forward a little bit. When I stand normally it measures only half an inch but that doesn't matter because I promise that I'll make room for you when the time comes, whether it's tomorrow or next week or next year. I promise there's room for you between my thighs.
                  7. My calves are muscled and look hot when I wear high heels. They are strong and that's really helpful when I kiss you because you're kind of tall and sometimes I have to stand on tip-toe. Sometimes one of my legs accidentally goes between yours and then you have to hold me up and I give up and melt into your embrace.
                  8. My feet are always cold. I don't like people seeing them because my toes are weird and so I always wear socks. Except when I don't, but that's only when it's summer and I'm too classy to wear socks with sandals. I wear cute socks though. Flamingos and whales and polka-dots and owls and squirrels. I paint my toes with colorful polish. Right now they're teal, like my eyes.
                  9. My eyes are ever-changing, but always beautiful. They're almost translucent sometimes in the sunlight. Sometimes they're angry and cold and emotionless, and that's when I scare people. Occasionally they're the color of jade, a light green that you could lose yourself in. Sometimes they're dark green, the color of moss and the top of the forest. Sometimes they're light blue, reminiscent of the sky on a cloudless day. And once in a blue moon, they're stony gray and I use them to pierce through the facade. Sometimes they're dark blue, the color of the ocean and I let the boys drown in them. But not you, baby. I'll keep you afloat.
                 10. My body was never a temple. But you can worship me if you want.
if you read all of this, thanks :)
Today I
kissed
you.
I have found the fountain of
youth In your soft lips.
Discovered the gold
Under your tongue.
And explored with hands
To touch the sun's face.
Today I
Kissed
you.
Well I have this boyfriend, Tommy,  and He is basically what I am looking for.
And we share our first kiss :D hopefully more are to come :D
GOOD NIGHT Y'ALL
:D
I pushed my carriage through a narrow isle
Of Packaged Animal carcasses
Glazed over with a layer of shiny plastic
And I’m watching a school of seemingly promiscuous  
Humans picking up Styrofoam bundles
Staring at them analytically
Pondering its taste and texture
I think; it would be completely barbaric
If it wasn’t for the bright artificial
Glare that beamed down on the meat
If it wasn’t for the big pictures of
Simmering meals with glasses of wine
And the little umbrellas
Pictures of perfect families
Having a picnic
In a park with  bright green grass
And plastic smiles
Uhm. Excuse me!
An old woman stands in front of me
Her carriage facing mine
I can tell she’s reading me
And with my eyes I tell her

*-No, I am not like you
But I am human
© 2013 Bilal Kaci (All rights reserved)
Try to put me in a box
Castrate me
The box you say
Defining everything
I was
I am
I could be
Would be
Will be
Stick a piece of tape
The label
On my head
Spells out the
Who
What
Why
How
That’s what you say
Anyway
And they
Follow me
Trace the path my footsteps take
Always close by
Never far behind
As they try
To categorize me
Put into the container
The name
As they see best fit
Believing it
Encompasses
Contains
Covers
Embraces
Comprises
Everything about
Me  
But the problem
With labels
Is that
They are for boxes
Not people
And I cried
Let everything go
and cried.
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