You make my legs tremble, my hips lock, my knees buckle and my toes stretch while chaotically my hands go from scaling your back to grabbing the sheets then finally gripping the headboard. My head leads my lips in search of yours and lock passionately but momentarily, a quick thank you I suppose for the euphoric state you’ve placed me in. My head rests while my back arches then relaxes simultaneously as you Continue reading “Tremor”
Potential- Capable of being but not yet in existence; latent.
I have trouble walking this very fine line that divides potential and reality. More often than not women tend to skew reality into their own fantasy simply based on unexplored infatuation. We get wrapped up in the passion, chemistry and what COULD be and in turn become completely oblivious to the possible incompatability with our current love interest. I am becoming more aware of my tendency to get lost in the potential and at times mistake it or paint it into reality. In turn, I just end wasting my time because I didn’t take it for what it was, mere potential. Capable of being but not yet in existence; latent.
“We Owe It To Ourselves To Stop Falling In Love With Potential” –Monica Torres
On those nights when
My thoughts run untamed
And sleep betrays me
I count your breathes
As you lay soundly beside me.
It’s almost magical the way
Your rhythm eases me.
When I gave you the
directions to my heart
you followed carefully
and even stopped at times
to confirm you were
going the right way.
This is why you’ll
forever hold my map.
When you finally take the time
to see outside of yourself
within those rare fleeting moments
I am screaming on the inside to be heard
That is your greatest opportunity
to grab hold and watch me surrender.
I pray I’m enough
When nice booties and perky tits
dance across your social media timeline
In an effort to entice you with a fun time
I’m pray my adoration is enough
When your hairline recedes back in time
And your gut tries to cut the line
I pray my listening ear is enough
When the world tries to beat you down
And your friends are nowhere to be found.
I pray I’m enough.
Maybe I want you to suffer a little bit.
Maybe I want you to feel one ounce
of the pain you may have caused me.
Maybe I want you to go out of
your comfort zone to make me feel
comfortable in this relationship again
Because YOU created this distrust.
Maybe I want you to swallow your pride,
let go of your balls and kiss my feet
in an effort to show that you care beyond
the shadow of MY doubts.