He fu¢ks her with ease
She fu¢ks him to please
She fu¢ks as he wishes
     And she does not see

He fu¢ks with disease.

He thrusts with anger, disguising his pain
She receives it as passion, it drives her insane
He thrusts with intention, he's full with disdain
She receives unwittingly, her health being slain

He arises proud having laid her in a lie
She arises feeling a closeness and exhales a soft sigh
She turns to watch him leaving and proceeds to wonder why
He turns and moves with furor and never says goodbye

She looks into the mirror giving thought to her conduct
Each moment playing in her head she starts to reconstruct
As toxins flow through her veins and begin to deconstruct
She finally takes her blinders off and sees she's just been fu¢ked

© Tina Thompson

Hopelessly wandering
I am at an impasse
Immobilized by desire
There is no way out.

Freedom awaits me
I can hear it's cries
But I turn a deaf ear
My lover pulls me back.

A hypnotising smile
And tranquillizing touch
Invade my mind
And Control my body.

Liberation will come someday
I can hear freedom cry
Another day I will leave perhaps
Today my lover needs me.

Captured in a conundrum
Intriguing mystery abounds
Captivating me to decipher
Perpetual perplexity.

I hear the screams closing in
Freedom is more persistent
I ready myself to join the calls
But my lover has my hand.

© Tina Thompson

I found out the hard way

Love is not
a miracle cure
pharmaceutical antidote
or herbal healing.

Love does not
guarantee happiness
deliver peacefulness
or reciprocal feelings

Love will only
confound beliefs
bastardize truth
and beguile dealings

Love is
an incessant languish
an immobile reality
and repentantly appealing

Love is a trap

With you.

Words expressed to the one I love
Selectively picked just for you
To show I am here
Now
Tomorrow
For all time

Placed together and presented to you
With an understanding of your past pain
To give comfort
Belief
Healing
For love

Letting you know,  no matter what
To the extent you determine
At the parameters you define
I am yours
At your command
No limits

These were not just words to me
I thought you knew that
I thought you could see
My heart
In your hands
No protection

But to my shock and dismay
No sooner did I give the words to you
Did you turn and give them away
Wow
****
How can this be

You say there was a different context
And I just don't understand
When you said the words to her
They didn't mean the same
Really
Huh
For real

"In Any Capacity"....hmmmm
The meaning seems quite plain
If there is another definition
I wish you would explain
In
Any
Capacity

Regardless what the reason
This is what I assume
You had to give the words away
Because you hurt too much to consume
Them
What they meant
That they were for you

If you knew that you were worthy
If you knew what their meaning could bestow
You wouldn't have thrown away these words
For someone you barely know
Devalued
Defiled
That which you feared

© Tina Thompson

My love is transforming
No longer fixated
Moving beyond
Preconceived notions

The catalyst has occurred
Metamorphosis begun
An altered state
Of heightened awareness

Bursting from it's cocoon
It has evolved
No longer stifled
By your acceptance

It has mutated
Regenerated
Fortified it's being
In Self.

© Tina Thompson

Voluntary abandonment of self
The offering
Surrendered,  Often suffered
Daily suppression
Repressed depressions
The stimulating surge for another's light
The refuge and the motivator
Demonstratively strong, innate or acquired
Inner beauty enhanced through struggle
Outer beauty revealed
in the journey of each line and curve
Made better with time

Reemerging

Stepping into confidence
Unapologetic
Wisdom gained, lessons learned
Archived in her cerebrum repository
Self discovery, discernibly aware
With nothing to lose
Bashfulness dismissed
Enlivening pleasures
Guiding and coaxing another to please
Self satisfying if need
An awakened spirit rebounds
An eager voice is found

A woman

Over 40

Blazing anew.


© Tina Thompson