When I used to love him.....
Started so innocent
With simple conversations
Whispered into ear lobes
Sending toes to curl under blankets
As bodies tingle with emotions
T(sex)t messages sent over phones
Showing glimpses of supple lips
Eager to kiss places blessed by God
More than a fling
Like barbed wire
Pulling at feelings
We try to suppress yet they
Slip from lips as fingertips
Caress pillows where you should be
Babies learning how to walk
Into the groove
Of each other
Following paces slowly
As to not skip a beat
We hesitate conversations
As breathes collapse
And eyelids close
Drawing visions behind them
Of me and you
Of you and me
This feeling… it be like… the beginning of LOVE!!!
What happens when your man prefers his hand over you?
Let's at least be friends. Ok?
What exactly does one wear to their divorce proceedings?
Is it wrong to desire two men at once?
She met you in high school. She was fifteen and owned a Mariah Carey album. Love was summer nights and brown eyes...
The day I met you, you charmed me...
I slept with you on the first night because I thought you were different...
It was two years ago...
As I stood in the mirror, checking my normally unruly edges one more time, I decided that today is the day...