Queries

Queries

Who am I to you?

What do you see?

Think?

Feel when you look at me?

When you say my name, does it make love to your tongue; like the perfect bite of your favorite dish seducing your taste buds,
like it does, when I say yours?
When you're ready to fall in love, in your next life; would your soul seek mine?
As I know mine would seek for yours?
Or will you continue to bypass me, as you do now?

Touch

Touch

Touch me, beloved.

Set my soul ablaze as you've done to my flesh.

Make the line between want and need blurry, like a mirage in the Sahara.

Open my center. Let it flow freely, like the Falls of Victoria. 

Drink of me as I quench my thirst of you.

Beautiful Creature

Beautiful Creature

Oh, how I wish you could see what I see!

The beauty in you that you've failed to realize is there.

The clumsy way you think you walk.

Looks like a ballet to my eyes.

Your crooked smile.

More priceless than the 'Mona Lisa's'.

The way I'd much rather hear and lovingly memorize the tones of your unique voice.

Than hear that same voice lose it's luster, from regurgitating another's thoughts and beliefs; as if you were a mokingjay needing to say anything.

You've forgotten the gorgeousness that is you. 

Trying so extremely hard to arrive at perfection.

Never accepting that you are perfectly flawed.

Beautiful creature, you are to me.

Beautiful creature, as you are. 

My Beloved

My Beloved 

Steam from the shower fills the room, fogging the wall, width mirror on the wall. Hot water cascading, falling on my hair, gently massaging my scalp. Trickling over chocolate curves. Warming my skin causing gooesbumps to form. Reminiscent of a lover's, lusting fingertips trailing over cool flesh. Time slows just short of still. One hand over my heart, the other over my fifth chakra. I smile as my lips whisper your name.

My beloved.