Show me your edges

Take off your clothes. Show me. Show me your edges. I want to see with my own eyes where you end and where I begin. I want to see where I fit, where you leave off being you and turn into me


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…I’ve resisted your coos and your well planned advances despite them being precise, well thought out-successful, just as you were trained to be -in any given situation;  rote, like getting dressed.

Shirt. Check.
Pants. Check.
******. Check.
Seduce her by any means possible.
Check.. 💭

I believe your mind was set on a conquest, a plan was formulated. Once that plan was put into action, it flowed through you, effortlessly. You’ve been tireless.
I admit, I rather like this game of chase, it feels good not only to be desired, but to be in absolute control of it. We don’t move until I said move. 

And you, so charmingly persistent and on your best behavior…

I see through your chivalry- I feel what you crave-I crave too

but I  know you like the thrill of the hunt–the chase, the conquest — the more challenging the pursuit, the better… the thought of the pursuer and the pursued. 
I let you give chase, giving you a run for your money–but you’re gaining on me.

I’m  unable to ward off your sweet nothing proposals and promises;  I’ve lost the ability to thwart your advances.

Or maybe I just lost the desire to resist you.

Your presence over time has overwhelmed me, broken my defences-I can feel myself being consumed by you. I have no choice but to accept defeat, and surrender myself totally to you…

To be continued…

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Love me Reckless


Grab my hair like you grabbed my heart, forcefully with your fists. Pull my hips closer to yours like the tides and teach me why the moon floods the beach at midnight. Remind me how to breathe by making me breathless. Don’t love me tenderly, love me reckless.


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Echoes and Dust

I so miss the smell of your hair, the way we just fit together, the way your skin felt like silk… life is a funny turned thing… you have a great deal of things you  love one day and the next you have nothing but echoes and dust



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  …I don’t know exactly when I changed, or how, but I know at some point, between cutting my strings, escaping my cage, and building my wings, I set myself free. ~Unknown

She wanted everything, but settled for nothing

“She was too quiet, or she was too loud. She took things too seriously, or not seriously at all. She was too sensitive, or too cold-hearted. She hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with every piece of her heart. There was no in-between for her. It was either all or nothing. She wanted everything but settled for nothing.”



She Took Anything She Wanted With a Smile

“She was fierce, she was strong, she wasn’t simple. She was crazy and sometimes she barely slept. She always had something to say. She had flaws and that was ok. And when she was down, she got right back up. She was a beast in her own way, but one idea described her best.

She was unstoppable and she took anything she wanted with a smile.”
R.M. Drake

walked into love

“I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you”

― Kiersten WhiteThe Chaos of Stars

I fell for you again

“I can still taste the tip of your tongue

On the back of my tongue,

And your breathing,

slowly escalating,

Getting warmer,

On my neck.

Your body


My body.

Your hand,

Grasping for air,

On my hair,

Your fingertips tracing

The hills and valleys of my back.

You can have my body,

But you’ll never have my soul back.

I fell for you again,

Like the rain falls,

In the fall.

But though you pretend,

You’ve never loved me at all.




Memories whisper-drift
Unrealized dreams
Wait on the edge, and time
Sways anchored inside
The space where nothing matters;
Hearts share a moon glistened destiny,
An intertwined beauty
Holding on tightly, hands clasped in prayer,
Night whispers the beating heart, nestled safely
On horizon’s cusp
As rain softly whispers kisses down upon the echoes
Staining each sacred ache,
Petals of silk
Open arms
Heart-prints collide upon tender;
Shadows of happiness,
Softest reflections beneath a breath…



against each other

“We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies finally falling together like rain.” 

― Emme RollinsDear Rockstar


His presence

” He had not touched me.

He did not need to.

His presence had affected me

in such a way that I felt

as if he had caressed me

for a long time.”

~ Anaïs Nin


sacred moments

I ache to be inside your head,

to feel what shall not be spoken of

but only felt by your most sacred moments

in time.

To see what your heart feels,

what you think as you observe your day,

those thoughts you keep stacked away,

always nagging at your skin,

wanting to be released

but not to be shared.

I want to know your hidden parts,

those who smell of roses

but look dark as your shadows,

like the whole of confusion,

of separation to the others.

Because the others will never understand.

Because the others are not like you.



Sound of Your Smile

Come here
And take off your clothes
And with them
Every single worry
You have ever carried.
My fingertips on your back
Will be the very last thing
You will feel
Before sleeping
And the sound of my smile
Will be the alarm clock
To your morning ears.
Come here
And take off your clothes
And with them
The weight of every yesterday
That snuck atop your shoulders
And declared them home.
My whispers will be the soundtrack
To your secret dreams
And my hand
The anchor to the life
You will open your eyes to.
Come here 
And take off your clothes.

~Tyler Knott Gregson