To which desire do I succumb?
Ever so quickly my needs creep up
And so it goes I urge to numb.

Your melodious floor sounds the same
Every night. I walk through that door &
My heart and soul go back from whence they came.

Strumming in silence you make me weak.
Breathing is effort without you with me, and I long to break your self loathing streak.

In this lifetime...or maybe the next,
We'll be together, unless of course
You decide you'd rather just sext.

Anticipation,
It's killing the love affair
with each gasp of air.

"There's

nothing

much

better

than

a

really

good

kiss."

One night at a time my mind builds a bookcase full of passionate memories. The eyes look down on me without judgement and I can say anything, be anything, do anything, feel anything, taste,  touch and sense anything.  You lift me up, you lay me down and place your hand on my head. It feels like home. You love, you ****, you feel,  you read, you connect...you are vulnerable.

You've made me a weak, wild, wet woman from girl.

I hate you a little bit.

I remember 19
I remember the ride, the drive, the equal parts anxiety and "**** it"
Extroverted by force,
I remember Chico and the Spice Girls
I remember being random and feeling wildly alone in that

Thinking it would never be me that would be free from the weight of the thick, sopping wet emotional ropes strangling all 4 chambers

Prepare for lift off

Now

I find comfort in exhaustion and peace in introversion as my body is lifted into the air. Soul and spirit light. Tethered ever so slightly to that earth, letting out slack as I go.