Drunken with dusty feet, I stumbled to the rooftop with my shoes in hand. The wind whispered, “Jump & you will fly!” To which I replied, “Jump & I’ll surely die.” The cool summer rain soothed my burning skin.
I raise my glass to the people with full resumes & adequate experience yet lack the sheet of paper that exempts them from inferior pay. To Those of us actively hunting for our purpose under the umbrella of others. It’s time to dance in the rain.
There’s something so inviting in the wind. The way it rustles the leaves, kisses my skin, and beckons me to follow its patterns in the sky. Chimes jingle in the distance, reminding me of the twilight sneaking into my window as we cracked our eyes after a night of passion.
If what they say is true, 'Home is where the heart is.' And every time you look around, he's with the same someone else, his heart is not with you.
I feel so disconnected from sex. It is as if passion has eluded me. Without passion why have sex? The tingling between thighs cannot be satisfied by penetration alone.
Can I tell you a secret?
I am damaged goods.
So much so that I have no self esteem.
I understand that lacking a strong support system will do that to you.
The real secret is that I feel empty and destroyed.
My spirit was broken by the hands of another.
I wasn’t paying attention.
And now I want to be fxcked until the pain in my chest subsides.
I want to be fxcked until the tears of despair transform into tears of pleasure.
I want to be fxcked until it’s no longer my pleasure being pleased, it is my pleasure pleasing you.
Fxcked until 6 years of heartache becomes
A short story compiled of life lessons.
Fxck me until I remember who I used to be.
I should want more than a good fxck.
More comes with more children and more heartache. More finger pointing.
I am desperately seeking to fly away.
I feel like dancing. Not to sound cliche but I want to dance with someone even if that someone is myself.I want to dance so that the passion is so intense that I feel as though my heart will burst through my chest.
I want to be penetrated by you. Mindfulness means being aware. I am aware that our sex is therapeutic. Fxck me.
it’s 2:22 in the morning & I haven’t written a damn thing.
I’ve strongly considered it but started swiping instead.
then I thought about your pretty lips & thought about writing again.
but I continued swiping anyway.
your mouth is so pretty.
so pretty in fact I can see it going places.
but I swipe some more.
see twitter. Swipe.
see face book. Slide
see instagram. Repeat.
so pretty in fact, that I started to write.
I have a sincere and stirring desire to be intimate with you. There’s a deep longing for your kisses and caresses. You’re like a forbidden fruit that I dare not touch. You aren’t meant for me nor am I meant for you.