Don’t pick me.
Water me, adore me, care for me
Admire me, love me, touch me
Stroke me, hold me momentarily
Now let go, before you hurt me.
Tag: Poetry
Potential
Potential, there goes that word again
It can sometimes be just as intoxicating as love
Fills your mind and cradles your heart with so many ”what ifs”
The anticipation filling your womb with frenzied butterflies
Excitement causing your heart to flutter
Potential, perhaps a preclude to love or
Just a mere possibility of what could potentially never be
But the thought of what could be
Feeds the desire to obtain what now should be
More than just potentially.
Affection
I crave it! Feen for it even. I tend to physically, emotionally and verbally express myself in all aspects with use of every emotion. When upset… I may cry, furrow my eye brows or become reclusive and quiet. When I’m happy…I grin from ear to ear, dance to my favorite song in the mirror over and over or pray a thankful prayer. When in love or even in like… I express it down to the very core of the woman I am. I will use any endearing term or phrase that organically escapes my lips, use these same lips to plant kisses over and over and all over, nurture, cook, dance for him…please him.
So what’s a girl to do when her affection is stifled or shunned…
Quotes For The Soul: Colors
“Yesterday I tried to paint you but the colors weren’t beautiful enough.” -Beyonce’
I think it is pretty hard to see past the surface of people when the colors of who we are blur and blend when in normal day to day environments. When that atmosphere is challenged we then have the opportunity to truly see one another. Darkness or rather undesired moments or challenges are the best palates to display people’s true colors when it comes to how they see you, what you mean to them and what they are willing to do for you and even with you. I get so lost in the beauty of the paisley prints or the zebra’s stripes that I forget to look through it, to the core…
Today when darkness appeared as an usual palate, your true colors danced off my canvas and I saw what I was trying to mask by remaining in the light.
True colors shine true in the dark moments.
Intrigue
He intrigues me…
As I watch him stride across the room
ever so smoothly, my heart stops completely.
Then as the space closes between us
my heart starts again.
Only this time its racing, racing to fall…
I try frantically to keep my composure
as I struggle to breathe.
How did he gain such power over me
in such a short time?
Why does HE hold this power?
I try to move my legs but the battle between Continue reading “Intrigue”