Oct 2013
Tonight I felt loved like I've long since forgot existed,
It's been, it seems, like ages,
(10 years,8 months,2 weeks,4 days,12 hours,32 minutes,and 18sec!)
Since, since I've felt this or allowed myself feel acceptance, or to allow my heart to fill up.
To be cherished even....
Tonight you slowly took your time...
You've given to me, it'd seem the missing pieces I've been needing...
I watched you watching me, as you'd listen to my history and without ever judging you've allowed a bridge to start being built.
You see long ago I knocked one down and I put up walls, I even made a levy in the hopes that no one would attempt crossing again to concur than once more destroy my heart and that of my trust, but tonight....
Oh tonight you listen, asked question's.
Purely from a longing to know me and not just about me,
but how I've come to be who I currently am...
I felt almost whole.
I was it seems, very in tuned with you,
as you shared your history with me, allowing me into a world of worlds,
I've only dreamed of.
Far away lands, I've only read in romance novels.
Yet you've actually lived it.
The magic I held of your homelands, never went away or filtered as you shared the ups and downs of your life and history... it's only made you that more enchanting to me.
It made me that more willing to share myself with you too.
Knowing of your trial and the burdens you too had faced made you seem even more real but still so very enchanting to me.
Oh tonight, you metaphorically sung to my soul and caressed my heart with the amount of trust and love you've encased around me.
After the hours past and each of us shared our history along with sob stories it seems we solidified what we already knew; a bound not just of friends for life but it became more...
We have had this love for one another but the magnitude of us seem so over whelming as night became morning, you held me tight in your embrace, stroking my back and caressing my hair, expression the need for me to forever be with you and give to you all of me.
Mind ,soul,Heart, and body.
Spiritual love and acceptance all the days of what would be US.
You loved me, with each stroke, with each touch, with each word and syllable, with each caress, you've loved me.
I felt us joining, felt this morning- the bound we made turning into more than us becoming lovers or friends, as if you took me to wife and I've taken you as husband.
I feel foolish to even say such a thing, because you know how it is at the present and i'ts so sorry I feel every time I leave.
Once here, laying in bed, I think of all we've shared and things we given word to.
No one else even knows in such a short time we've consummated the idea's of US being everything we failed obtain from previous relationships.... of becoming more nor what it'll all now mean.., I think of the tenderness you've engulfed all around me along with this shield of your protection, of your love.
Which shines brighter than a lighthouse or any other beacons.
I unthinkably touch myself, automatically where your fingers have lingered on my skin, where your lips have traced, I find myself this morning longing for you to be with me.
Once more holding me to you as we semi sleep, I can still feel your movements as my body matched you stroke for stroke, and in awe plus yearning I let out a sigh.
I'm at peace.
With you I am home.... Yet right now my dilemma's a skinny yet hefty arm, which holds me firmly... It feels so foreign to me now, the weight feels awards, as you know this is the same arm that's been holding another and made it a point caste me aside.
For this new assault, this new kind of manipulation(s) I feel a bit sick.
More disappointing too, knowing that it's not you.
I feel dishearten to be laying here thinking of the wonders we shared and to me I need not ever justify this love we've wrought... yet laying here with him makes me feel sorry for our situation, It makes me feel more sorry for you.
To be placed in this as it is, after we've cultivated this bound, this love so pure and so true.
A stark contrast to my mistreatment's by said same person & person(s) plus that of your abuse too...
I am scared and feeling very inadequate too.
I need you, and need us.
I'm vulnerable yet I wont falter on what we're allowing to take shape, to root.
I also wont allow those roots to ever be dug up... this is now our turn, our time.
This wont be our ending and no shame comes to me when it's about you,
about us becoming
WE!
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright ©
Ayeshah
K.C.L.N 1977 - Present YEAR(s)
All right reserved ®
It's been, it seems, like ages,
(10 years,8 months,2 weeks,4 days,12 hours,32 minutes,and 18sec!)
Since, since I've felt this or allowed myself feel acceptance, or to allow my heart to fill up.
To be cherished even....
Tonight you slowly took your time...
You've given to me, it'd seem the missing pieces I've been needing...
I watched you watching me, as you'd listen to my history and without ever judging you've allowed a bridge to start being built.
You see long ago I knocked one down and I put up walls, I even made a levy in the hopes that no one would attempt crossing again to concur than once more destroy my heart and that of my trust, but tonight....
Oh tonight you listen, asked question's.
Purely from a longing to know me and not just about me,
but how I've come to be who I currently am...
I felt almost whole.
I was it seems, very in tuned with you,
as you shared your history with me, allowing me into a world of worlds,
I've only dreamed of.
Far away lands, I've only read in romance novels.
Yet you've actually lived it.
The magic I held of your homelands, never went away or filtered as you shared the ups and downs of your life and history... it's only made you that more enchanting to me.
It made me that more willing to share myself with you too.
Knowing of your trial and the burdens you too had faced made you seem even more real but still so very enchanting to me.
Oh tonight, you metaphorically sung to my soul and caressed my heart with the amount of trust and love you've encased around me.
After the hours past and each of us shared our history along with sob stories it seems we solidified what we already knew; a bound not just of friends for life but it became more...
We have had this love for one another but the magnitude of us seem so over whelming as night became morning, you held me tight in your embrace, stroking my back and caressing my hair, expression the need for me to forever be with you and give to you all of me.
Mind ,soul,Heart, and body.
Spiritual love and acceptance all the days of what would be US.
You loved me, with each stroke, with each touch, with each word and syllable, with each caress, you've loved me.
I felt us joining, felt this morning- the bound we made turning into more than us becoming lovers or friends, as if you took me to wife and I've taken you as husband.
I feel foolish to even say such a thing, because you know how it is at the present and i'ts so sorry I feel every time I leave.
Once here, laying in bed, I think of all we've shared and things we given word to.
No one else even knows in such a short time we've consummated the idea's of US being everything we failed obtain from previous relationships.... of becoming more nor what it'll all now mean.., I think of the tenderness you've engulfed all around me along with this shield of your protection, of your love.
Which shines brighter than a lighthouse or any other beacons.
I unthinkably touch myself, automatically where your fingers have lingered on my skin, where your lips have traced, I find myself this morning longing for you to be with me.
Once more holding me to you as we semi sleep, I can still feel your movements as my body matched you stroke for stroke, and in awe plus yearning I let out a sigh.
I'm at peace.
With you I am home.... Yet right now my dilemma's a skinny yet hefty arm, which holds me firmly... It feels so foreign to me now, the weight feels awards, as you know this is the same arm that's been holding another and made it a point caste me aside.
For this new assault, this new kind of manipulation(s) I feel a bit sick.
More disappointing too, knowing that it's not you.
I feel dishearten to be laying here thinking of the wonders we shared and to me I need not ever justify this love we've wrought... yet laying here with him makes me feel sorry for our situation, It makes me feel more sorry for you.
To be placed in this as it is, after we've cultivated this bound, this love so pure and so true.
A stark contrast to my mistreatment's by said same person & person(s) plus that of your abuse too...
I am scared and feeling very inadequate too.
I need you, and need us.
I'm vulnerable yet I wont falter on what we're allowing to take shape, to root.
I also wont allow those roots to ever be dug up... this is now our turn, our time.
This wont be our ending and no shame comes to me when it's about you,
about us becoming
WE!
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright ©
Ayeshah
K.C.L.N 1977 - Present YEAR(s)
All right reserved ®
