self expression (Remove filter)
My body is just cells to you
Torment is
Our bodies together
Soft skin on soft skin
Entangled tightly
Spooning
Your breath heavy on my neck
A kiss goodnight on my back
My lips
start to relax
Warmth begins between my hips
Pulsating
Mind racing
My lips
start to drip
My desire
A scented aroma
Fantasies begin to play
Body begging to be played
A silent moan
A loud resentment
Don't let it feel good, ...
Tuesday 4th January 2022 1:29 pm
Expressions of turmoil
My face, screaming in silence.
Unable to contain myself, unable to hide
What's inside
Muscles forming without consent
Ripping through my flesh in dismay
Stop
They say
Look at yourself
Again, again, again, today.
For my emotions cannot be silenced
My insides demand, demand, demand
To be released
Stop, they scream at me
Do you know how hard it is to be around
...Friday 31st December 2021 9:17 am
express
Express yourself, they said.
Somehow I knew, but went ahead.
And as they recoiled, in shock
At the horrors under my bed
The fear and shame upon their faces
I've added to my box of haunted places
I join them, as me they mock
and hide my words when in their spaces
20161229
Thursday 29th December 2016 7:33 am
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