"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, April 28, 2012

I dream...







I’m going to bed, feeling lost and sad, wishing you were here with me. My sleep has been full of dreams about you lately.
I dream of your body against mine; your skin glistening with sweat sliding on mine.
I dream about our legs entangled, our hands traveling along our bodies, our heavy breathing while you pound merciless in me.
I dream about your hands on my breasts, gently squeezing them, preparing them for your mouth.
I dream about your voice whispering sweet nothing in my ear, the weight of your body on mine.
I want you so badly.




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