i want to feel your fingertips trace my skin to savor the taste of your lips to feel the warmth of your breath on my neck your hands caressing my body to be entangled with you in satin sheets blissfully exhausted
i chose lust as a subject for this poem, something i have never wrote about
it seemed as if my thoughts became possessed and i could no longer think of anything else but you - and i don't know how or why but suddenly i found myself swiftly descending - falling and falling and falling and falling - until i gracefully fell - into a magical place called love - and in love, i fell with you
dear mom, dear dad let me tell you what you do not know you do not know that i had a self-esteem that did not even exist you do not know that i have been depressed you do not know that when i was 12 years old i cut myself on my wrist and thigh you do not know that i have threw up my food because i have hated the way i looked you do not know that i have cried myself to sleep at night you do not know that i have felt worthless useless unloved not good enough why? because of you because of your words and what's sad is that if i told you you would hurt me even more because you would not understand