More Than Physical

Your touch as sensitive as you are emotionally
At times I hate it but I love it while you’re holding me.
Nothing but appreciation for your openness
Satisfied by the wetness of your lips every time that we kiss

When you spread your love for me I can’t wait to nurture it
Your tenderness dripping on my taste buds, so affectionate.
Massaging your folds covering you with my soul
Stroking within your depths so deeply I’m in a part of you only myself and God knows

Your face and knees on the bed, your lusciousness in the air
Just in awe of your vulnerability I can’t help but stare
Entering you generously offering my lust endlessly.
As we fully become apart of each other our emotions peak relentlessly

Afterwards laying together, your head on my chest
Thinking silently about why I ever settled for anything less
Comforting one another in warmth, I glance at the fan above you
Then looking down into your eyes my only thought is I love you.

What is Pain?

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Pain is not only a knife slicing through flesh.

It can begin as unnoticeable as a baby’s pinch.

In time the pressure grows and the nails get sharper.

The infant grows into an adult so the fingers strengthen.

The grip becomes tighter…

The torturous hold seems unbreakable though the bond is still compassionate.

The pain is no longer hidden since the cause is now apparent.

The thing that’s caused so much hurt is now obvious to see.

The tiny fingers have in time become the knives that you dreaded.

The real question now is, can you abandon the child?

Can you truly learn to leave something you once held and loved so dearly but now causes more grief than good?

Can you?

Pain…