HIM.
He knows that i love him.
But at this hour of time,
He needs that i assure him.
Assure him that i love him.
I love him like the bright sun,
But right now i’ll be the moon
Not shining but calming.
I always cuddle like a koala
But today i’ll hunt down his problems
Like a fierce monster.
Tonight i will not make love to him
Rather talk love to him.
I will cease all his pain,
Not like a girl but like a band aid.
I will make him feel like Heaven,
After burning his worries like Hell.
I will do anything.
All for him.
Just for him.
Garden of Lovers
I am someone who falls in love easily- unfortunately this afflication has a mirrored effect- for just as easily I am able to climb out of it. I am sorry, to the trail of broken hearts, that I have left behind. I picture it like this, walking through a garden of lovers and picking a flower from each patch of persons, all different in shape, smell, and liking. With each I have spent precious times with, with each I would never like to forget, with each I drop a tear for I regret not being able to love for long. I am sorry for not being delicate with your hearts, for the slow rotting of the broken flowers falling from my hands. I am sorry to my own heart, for the torture of breaking ways with those whose roots had become entangled in yours, sorry for their new fences to keep you out. I am most sorry for the inability to explain the unintentions and yet the truth of the love that was shared. And yet, through the garden I continue.
Beautiful trauma eclectic
To the sweet notes that bounce off your vocal chords awaken the part of me that laid dormant chain to walls that only I saw passion simmer on the tongue releasing my ropes,chains,cuffs that held me down relinquishing all of my control
As a fire roar from between my thighs leaving me breathless setting free my new facet of my personality that sizzled in my own inferno blazing orange then amber bathing my whole body in an unholy gleam igniting whispers that trembled beneath us my lips flutter like those of butterfly wings as possession clouded my mind
5/5/19 Mya
South OF THE EQUATOR
My lips south of the equator
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Swells , pulsate ,percolate
with anticipation
moistened by the heat
Of two body’s in
Animation simply suspend
In a Nongravitational pull
spending moisture
That drips like teardrops that
Land like soften dew droplets
on red rose petals seeping
Deep down inside the folds that form me melting molten tasty
insatiable thrills that coat
The throat sizzle the heart
And encases the soul
5/30/19. Mya
Melanin
The wetness and extension
Of your warmth that flows
From the abyss of delightfulness
Through your tongue as it dances
across my mountain tops
forming the perfect peaks
And ultimate sin filled blissed
Covered in tones of
Sensual pleasures lust over
takes the mind and heart as
I’m overwhelmed pliable
succumbing to the chills
that rent my body for
a whole 24hour for I belong
To him to do with as he
Wills I no longer have
Control I am his
Lamb as finger play
finding there perfect
fit in and out of me
slowly then fast in
Between my gushy wetness
teasing tasting of one another
gratifying erotic ecstasies
Ummmmmm...........
A mixture of chocolate heavenly melting
Within the depths of my thighs
A blending of a complementary
dark chocolate merging with
Mocha as none audible sounds
Race to the surface of my
Lips til it reaches my
ears but there words only
Soft cry’s of pleasurable
heightened moans to
escape from such a
delectable timeless moment
Mya
38
Please care for my baby tree when I go into orbit,
Promise you plenty of candles to wave at the moon,
Paired presence has passed,
But,
We could wrap weights around wrists,
We could,
When we sat and sipped stuff,
She said, "you could clean up",
Now led on my back,
2 down in a month,
Blood running yellow,
Way out of touch,
Starting to scratch at the sand,
Starting to melt away mud,
It can't be that far,
It can't be that much,
Blaming badges for bad times,
Man - whatever to leap,
3 years can't kill nothin',
But can send you to sleep,
Thought of photos of something way back, with a hue,
Those branches split, the more that we grew,
We could,
Don't stray too far starship 'cos there are these things,
Start as the most important parts of flight notes,
But,
...
At this level one can see both sides,
The stars,
The sky,
Hang between halves and push your face against a circle,
Please care for my baby tree.
Your heart
Your heart
The love it finds
You see the reasons
You see its wants
And yet you wonder why
Why is it this person?
Why does it take so long?
And yet your heart still wants
It chases and it looks
Once you think you have it
It runs away again
In another new direction
So unpredictable
You wonder what it wants
What it's looking for
You wait for it to settle
But all it does
Is run and run and run…
crimson nothing.
crimson.
she was bright carmine,
burning scarlet,
the kind that makes
you stop and look and
turn and think-
this is pure,
this is vibrant,
this is emotion;
the color of
her heart, all
the rich
passion bleeding through.
crimson.
red.
maybe it wasn’t
crimson, but it
was red,
deep and true and
real and right.
the color of
her heart- not
the crimson inside but
just the outside,
the shell of
who she was.
red.
magenta.
she was slowly
fading into labels of
pink and flowery and
fragile and girl;
she took her crimson and
her carmine and
her red and
made it what
they wanted to see,
sliding into the
niche they had
set for her.
magenta.
carnation.
she changed not
only her color but
her title too; sacrificed
her identity for
a crayon color,
the kind that comes
in every Crayola
twelve-box.
carnation.
rose.
she couldn’t be
exquisite carnation, so
she chose the commoners’
bouquet, beautiful
but pale and limp and
wilted at the edges;
let her petals
peel away-
he loves me, he
loves me not.
rose.
grey.
she was eroding away
at what little
was left of
her color, as if
pale rose
just wasn’t
blanched enough.
she was cool
grey now, wispy
ghost-like wraiths of
feeble life.
grey.
white.
bleached like a
wedding dress,
with a kind of
faded, dusty elegance,
like a jewel, tarnished
with time, a
girl who had
lost her luster
long ago,
vacant,
barren,
empty,
colorless,
white.
nothing.
nothing.