Skin gets warm,
Blood begins rushing through my veins.
My heart, starts pounding.
Consiouse thought,
Required to keep my breathing steady.
My body,
Reacting to your words,
Wet.
My brain,
Clouded,
unable to really think.
Reduced to being a toy,
Here for your pleasure.
All with just a few words

Long ago I was different
No cares in the world,
No stress to keep me up at night.

Long ago I was sweet,
Needing everyones approval,
Wanting to be perfect.

Long ago I was innocent
Never yearning to be touched,
Never distracted by the though of anyone.

Now I am different
An adult with much to worry about,
Seeming to stress over everything

Now I am bitter
Needing to look out for myself
Wanting to be happy.

I am no longer innocent
For I have been touched,
and I liked it.

I watch you intensely,
And can't help but bite my lip.
You mesmerize me as you play.
Your hands dancing on the strings,
What would those hands do to me,
If I gave them one chance.
Would they roam my body with the same passion as they do those strings.

My breath hitches as you scream along with the song,
What would that voice do if I touched you,
Ran my hands along your body.

I watch you so closely.
Watching your face as you play.
For one brief second you look at me,
And my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.
I avoid your eyes, and watch your hands dance once more.

Your perfect good girl
Your little *****

Let's cuddle and kiss
oh please make me beg for more

You make me laugh and smile
you make me moan and scream

Your little princess
your ******* queen

Come play in the dark side
don't be scared darling I'll be your guide
come ******* kiss
let me make you shake
let me make your mind race all day

Come feel your power darling
feel me tremble underneath you
come show me what you can do
listen to your name fall from my lips
welcome to the dark side darling.
Welcome home.

Hello darling,
Long time no see.
tell me what do you remember?
The phone calls
the fun
the trouble.
do you remember the taste of my kiss?
or shall I remind you?
hello darling, welcome back.

Crushing, isn't it;
     the absent brush of skin-on-skin.
Cold toes under warm sheets,
     the bed is empty all the same.
Ghosts of lovers past,
     numb tongues, carpet burn on your knees.
Soft murmurs, be quiet, I know, I know, shh,
     bruises on your knuckles from being held so tight.
Crushing, isn't it;
     the missing weight of bodies on top of yours.
Lukewarm kisses on yielding skin,
     he is gone all the same.
You promised your heart wouldn't burst as he himself did,
     and he is gone all the same.

As your precious finger slowly traces the shape of my lips, chills shoot through my spine faster than a nervous cop.

Your touch is only comparable to perfection, each second felt is another second I fall harder.

Your smile is something I have never seen before; and how is it the smile you hate is the exact thing I cherish?

Your presence carries the ability to take me off the ledge and make me feel euphoria; a word not well known, but perfectly appropriate.

How is it you come into my life and save the day, but at the same time mess it up?

Just as I feel I am ready to spread my wings and enter the next chapter of my life, you remind me what it feels like to love.

When I look at you, I can see the emotion carried in your eyes. You put on makeup to cover your unwanted scars, but its those scars that make you who you are, the girl I fell harder than the deployment of an airbag for.

When you catch me staring and you ask, "what" while you shake your head, smile, crinkle your nose, and push me.

I always respond with the standard, "oh nothing" as I smile and carry on. You must wonder why I always stare and the truth is, I can't help it.

The voice you make while you try to be nice to be never ceases to entertain me. You constantly try to downplay your words by changing your tone of voice, yet I see through you as though your a window covered in gold.

When you set your mind to something, I am fascinated watching you accomplish your goal. Your ability to conquer what you set your mind to is inspiring, yet you let the doubt of others get in the way.

I'm nervous this whole thing is moving faster than a train because I want to embrace every moment, yet the speed makes me feel alive.

Don't go anywhere, or you might miss the ride.

My friends always tell me I say no too often
to the boys who want me only for my body.
They say I don't know how to have fun.
But I remember all the boys before them
who called me beautiful when they grabbed my ****
but got furious and labelled me a ***** when I
took their hands off and rejected their advances.
I recall the boys who stared shamelessly at my *******
but called me a **** and all the adults
who told me it was my own fault for being promiscuous.
I think back
On all the times boys asked me
whether or not I was a ******,
as if they had the right to know.
On the numerous occasions a guy I didn't know
asked me to **** his ****,
as if that is the only thing I'm good for.
On every time boys called me
    
          a *****
                       a ****
                                 a *****
                                               or a ***** ******.

And when I do so I'm absolutely sure I want no part
of the fun my friends keep going on about.