If

If we aren’t best friends what’s the point?
If I can’t hold all of your secrets, who will?
If I can’t tell you when you’re wrong,
how will we grow together in this thing?
If you don’t see the value I can add to your life,
why still hold on to such a liability?
If I’m not the first person you call when in need,
how could I ever be your lifeline?
If our life experiences aren’t synonymous,
why does that have to mean we can’t relate?
If I don’t impact your thoughts & decisions now,
what future is there between us?
If I am none of these things to you,
why are we even still a “we”?

Tremor

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”

Quotes For The Soul: Potential

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

Moonlight Conversations: Obsessed

I think I’m officially obsessed with the moon. I’ve been anxiously waiting to witness his fullness since our last rendezvous. Constantly gazing up at the sky nightly.  Perhaps it’s because my mind is completely free! No worries about anything or anyone. So as of late, I can’t help but notice and admire just the little things like the moon and stars.  I can recall the places I’ve been each time I paused to look for him. He was merely a crescent when I was on a late night trek to my love just a few weeks ago and tonight as I drove home I was so excited to see him, all of him, once more. Hi, Mr. Moon!

“Was there always this much night? And didn’t the moon use to flirt with me from time to time? How do I cross this divide and will I ever know where you’re hiding? I am reaching with my fingers stretched.”  –Tyler Knott Gregson