"I understood all the words. They were new and made sense. That's why the past was the past. That's why, if everything changes and wears out, then loves also fade away. You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I 'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. You shouldn't have started, attracted me, touched me. I shouldn't have given so much, I don't know how to play. People tell me that today that's how other women do things. But I'm not any other women. Before we get too close, before we throw it away, You should know I'll look for your heart if you take it somewhere else. I'll look for your soul in the cold, in the flame. I'll cast a spell on you, so that you love me still. I'll find other languages to sing your praises. I'll pack our bags for the fields of eternal harvests. I'll say those magic words spoken by African healers. I'll say them with no regrets, so that you love me still. I'll make myself a queen so that you don't leave me. I'll make myself new so the fire starts again. I'll become like those other women who make you happy. Your games will be our games, if that's what you desire. I'll make myself brighter, more beautiful, to rekindle the spark. I'll turn myself to gold, so that you love me still."

Saturday, December 31, 2011

I Miss You







I miss you so much. I dream that you come to me, your body moving like a panther, your eyes shining with desire. You take me in your arms, our skins finally touching. You sit down and I straddle your legs, enjoying the feeling of your body against mine. I caress your arms, so strong, so reassuring.
Your hands travel on my back, going down to my ass, and hold it in a tight grip. I gasp and come closer, wanting to be one with you. You kiss me, a hungry kiss that leaves me breathless. And I wake up and cry because you're not here with me.

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