DEFINING EMOTIONS

  I don’t mean to confuse you, Or twist your thoughts in knots. I don’t mean to capture your heart, Or soothe the ego that you’ve brought. I’ve told you—my heart belongs to him, A love that overflows and fills my core. Yet, still, my body craves your touch, An ache I cannot choose to ignore. I love the way my body knows you, How I can simply be myself, The way you stare when we’re in conversation, And how your laughter lights my shell. I can talk to you about anything, But still, my heart remains apart. I give you my body, yet he holds the strings Of the deeper pull within my heart. I give you pleasure because he has my time You get the fantasy, while he gets my life. But I know you, too, have your own world, And so, I draw this fragile line. So take me as I stand before you, Incomplete without your touch, Incomplete without his love, In your own ways, you both complete me.

I beg you, If you feel something like love for me, Not to let me know it now When I feel nothing so certain for you- Wait until you’ve conquered my pride By pretending not to care for me. I beg you, If you think your eyes will give you away, Not to give me that longing look When you know it will force the moment- Wait until our heartbeats have settled Then put your head on my shoulder. I beg you Not to let us surrender to passion Until our liking has grown to love: Let’s stop and look back, Let’s draw apart and sigh, Let’s stand back to back, Let’s say good-bye for the day And walk our different ways Without pausing to wait For an echo to our last word. I beg you, If you find yourself interlocked In my embrace, To kiss me and keep silent Before I start making promises That time may choose to byepass- Wait until our hands are free, Then listen to me; Wait until our love is primed, Then give me your hand.

I am such a creature of comfort, it's painful, Living with familiar things, worn and faithful, My three-legged table, broken but by my side, New ones call, but they can't replace our history. Repairing it is a dream denied, But I find comfort in its lopsided grace, You might think I'm a hoarder, but I only keep what I need, Each possession chosen with care, a piece of my soul. In their presence, I find rare solace, Discarding them would leave a gap, I cling to my flawed table; it's mine, In its imperfection, I find love. So here I stay, with my three-legged table, A creature of comfort in a rushed world, In its fragile balance, I cherish the past, And the memories it holds.

 Anxious, nervous, not sure why this time around, I know our dance, but nerves are all I've found. Distance dulled the fire that once burned our souls, Now, you stand before me; something’s just not right. I try to remember, but memories blur and fade, Hopeful, our bodies recall the passion we once indulged in. I’m anxious for you, for the path to become clear, Longing for your touch, for you to draw near. Maybe I longed for you too much, too long, Entering your world, feeling half right, half wrong. I want to tease you, but the spark seems lost, Three times the charm, but all we got was to three. The distance in the sheets, evident and stark, Waking up next to you but missing the spark. Maybe it was a mistake to rehearse the past year, Maybe fantasies should’ve stayed where they were,  Perhaps this moment was meant to close the door, On a romance that no longer makes our spirits soar. Maybe we just weren’t in sync, not meant to last, A chapter now closed, leaving the past in ...

Dont turn around, don't look at me I am not the same Saint you left behind I let out my demons I got tired of waiting for you Didn't you say you would never look back? Please don't turn around I lost the innocence you loved I lost the fear of loosing you The day you lost your attraction to me I no longer cared to protect your feelings So don't turn around, there is nothing here for you My lips used to be covered with your taste I violated them to taste like poison I never wanted them to ever taste like you again I no longer needed your familiarity Don't turn around I am not the same You taught me how to be ruthless You forgot i was a fast learner You hurt me so I learned how to be numb My heart became cold My actions now match it Don't look back, I will break your heart

Chain me, In shadows cast by silk and leather's touch, Whispers echo, desires reveal. Bound by threads of longing, a dance unfolds, Silent pleasures wait, stories untold Chain me Leather caresses, tongue teases, Whispers of dominance, I am your submissive. Hunger lips tracing the contours of need, In the language of submission, my body concedes. Chain me, My passion, both wild and just. Velvet and chains intertwine as one, Burning desire covers my limits Own me, I want to feel your wrath Chain me You give pleasure like you are paid to I receive pleasure like I am bound to My heart races as my legs tremble My fixed hands long to touch you As you go down on me, soft moarns leave my breath Chain me painful whispers, a seductive duet, A dance of pain and pleasure that we won't forget Give yourself to me, I have surrendered double the speed, I want my heart to race Dont tease me, prove yourself to me I want your dark side to entice my fantansies Chain Me, The aftermath ...

In the twilight of desire, a dangerous dance begins, When I touch you, longing lingers like forbidden sins. A promise of pleasure, a perilous pursuit, For once I'm done, your heart will play the mute. My lips leave a taste that won't fade, Through my kisses, my presence is laid. But beware, for I am the fleeting night, Gone by dawn, leaving memories to ignite. Love entwined, a tempestuous embrace, A symphony of passion, a transient grace. Yet, as morning light paints the sky, I'll vanish, a whisper, without a goodbye. A warning I extend, a truth to unveil, I offer no solace, no promises to prevail. I am the storm, the tempest at play, In the echoes of passion, I swiftly decay. To know me is to risk the tranquility, A transient flame, a perilous ability. Embrace the chaos or bid me adieu, For by dawn, I'm gone, a shadow anew. Feelings, mere illusions in the night, A distraction, a fleeting delight. I like you, I confess,  But emotions are shadows They dissapp...