Spent most of my adult life
Wondering what it means and why
those words that you utter
sound an octave lower than you normally speak and,
I cannot help but shutter,
at the thought of how
It Sounds deceptive to me honestly, but I digress
Reminiscing on how your sex feels
Erotic thoughts going through my head
With you It’s a dangerous game for me To play
knowing just what you mean
“I’m selfish when it comes to you”
Your self…help yourself… to me it seems
The pleasure you seek for with use of my body
With no offers to give, but the loneliness
That you leave behind after sharing my personal space
Love is what you do and not what you say
This much I know to be real
A different definition for everyone
Obligatory to some, freedom to others
But do you know what it was to me?
Acceptance, adoration and a craving within
That pulls you to me, only wanting me but then
It’s only a fantasy for me with you, and this game won’t ever end
Dedicated to His Royal Badness
I am a 49 year old divorcee. I am currently a full time college student living with my mother who is near the end of her life. I have 3 beautiful adult children and 5 grandchildren. I have a lot of emotional baggage that I have tried over and over to unload onto unsuspecting friends and family, and have decided to try a new approach to healing with blogging. Here goes! View all posts by Saltofthaearth
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