You remind me of the sweet
The gentle and the soothing
Of thumbs caressing cheek bones and bodies pressed together in sleep
You remind me of kindness
Of generosity of heart and soul
Of thoughtful acts and embraces
You remind me of closed eyes and deep breaths
Of whispers and laughs
Of what it feels like to be soft
You remind me of love
She was twisted
Like a small leaf caught in a strong breeze
She was turning and flying and dancing
Lost in the open space around her
Overwhelmed by all the places she could go
She kept twisting
Moving with the wind
Floating on zephyrs
Riding out her life on sweet currents of air
Always having faith that when she landed
It would be in exactly the right place
To write the masks
We wish to wear
I can’t write!
I mean I can’t write anything worth reading because you have flipped a switch inside me and I am now charged with a fiery electricity that is turning every pretty thing I write to smut.
I am walking around all day with dirty thoughts careening through my head and they are affecting everything I do.
My hips seem to be swaying a little more with every step and when I run my fingers through my hair I pull a little harder than I need to.
Every word that leaves my mouth seems ripe with suggestion and heavy on the innuendo.
I have become the poster girl for arousal and sex.
So thanks to you, I think it’s time I put down my pen, close my mouth and sit quietly.
I guess the only safe place for me now, is bed.
It’s not just the scales that have fallen
So have a million tears
Tears of heartbreak and tears of joy
Combined they have cleared the clouds from my lenses
Let the light in
So I see the world not with new eyes
But with my true eyes
I’ve been thinking
I mean really thinking
Giving my imagination free range
Letting it run wild
And let me tell you
I am a pretty creative woman
The thoughts I have been thinking
Are way outside the box
(Or inside, depending on your perception)
So I was wondering
If you might be interested
In a little brainstorming session
You and me