I don't like you

I don't like you 

I look stupid when I'm texting you

Cuz of how I blush at my phone

I feel stupid when I do my work

Cuz you're occupying my thoughts

I sound stupid

When I can't tell you exactly how I feel

I don't like you 

I smell weird when I'm coming to see you

Don't think all this cologne was needed

I look weird around you

Just cuz I want to make you laugh

I feel weird when I realize

Just how much you mean to me 

I don't like you 

You make me want to steal you

Put you in my pocket for me alone 

You make me lose track of time

Moments with you just fly by

You make me say and think things

That normally don't cross my mind

I don't like you 

I don't think you've changed me

I feel like this is the real me

I don't think labels should define us

Long as it's me and you I'm fine 

I don't think you're perfect but 

I've never seen such beautiful flaws

I don't like you 

Cuz I think you're so amazing 

Then I feel unworthy 

Cuz I think you're way up there

And I'm at the foot of the ladder

I don't like you 

Cuz...

Cuz I think I love you. 

Positivity

People always ask me how I do it. 

How my smile never fades.

How my laugh always rings true. 

How my proverbial skin got so tough. 

How nothing really gets me down. 

And I try to explain, 

Positivity is a choice. 

Nothing can get to you unless you let it.

Choose your battles wisely. 

Choose how you spend energy. 

Choose where you show emotion. 

Choose to see the silver lining. 

The good in goodbye. 

The gain after the pain. 

Sure, society matters. 

But what do you think of you?

He says, she says. 

Shouldn't mean a thing. 

Public opinion is like gum.  

Unwrap. Chew on it. Spit out. 

Take the flavor, dump the rest. 

Don't let it stick to your shoe. 

If you want to do it, do it. 

Shoulder your responsibilities. 

Face your consequences. 

And do it with all of you. 

You're one in 7 billion. 

Don't conform unnecessarily.  

Be your own definition. 

Oh and don't forget to smile. 

It's a habit. A lifestyle. 

Fake it till you make it. 

Dark Thoughts

I write this in my bed

Sleep has ignored me once again

I've tossed and turned and clutched at him

All has been in vain

So my mind, awake yet tired 

Journeys to the borders of reason 

Plaguing me with horrors and fears

Betraying me to my demons. Such treason 

I think no evil or wrong to the world in general 

But insecurities eat at my being

In the light of the sun I'm confident 

But alone in my mind I'm a cowardly thing

Second guesses and creeping doubts

Buried memories resurface at will

Poking at burns that still tinge 

Opening scabs that should have healed. 

Nothing is off limits. 

My consciousness is my own jail 

For the voices cannot be silenced 

Efforts to ignore yield no bail. 

But over time you come to terms

With the terms of their torment 

And the burns burn no more

You cease to lament 

Only because that which they aim at

The resolve they try to break

Is either already broken

Or has solidified and will not shake 

Despair and victory are similar

When one is weary of the war

All that is sought is rest

The peace known long before 

So whether sleep comes or not

However long my eyes aren't shut 

The sun shall surely rise again

And lift me out if this rut

And I shall be the me I know

The me that lives by day

Dreading the hours of the moon

When my shell shall fade away

And I will stand again

Before the voices of the night

And survive the strain and pain

Until Apollo returns the light

This is where you laugh and see

Surely I've made no mark

All I've said is how I fare

When the sky is dark

But look between the words 

Locate the text's heart and soul

And look into yours if you see

The snow beyond the coal

I will not know. Might just be me

That has the dark intone

But if you do then bear in mind

You are not alone. 

Smile when you can

Bear caution to the air 

Live not like you have life 

But like death is near. 

Perspective.

Her thighs were beginning to quiver. The goosebumps spread down down her upper arms. She could feel his hands rubbing slowly over her lower stomach. Her head was thrown back and her mouth was open. She couldn't even make a sound. The feeling was ... Her brain couldn't process anything else. Her back was arched and her ties pointed. He certainly knew what he was doing down there. 

"Just a bit more" he kept saying. She could feel the wetness running down her thighs. Her skin shone, glazed by a layer of sweat.

 "Almost there", she called out, her voice a husky whisper. She could feel the bulge moving deep in her. Slowly. 

Then the head was at her opening and the sensation heightened. She grabbed hold of something. Anything. Her innards leaking fluid and tightening. 

"A bit more!", she proclaimed. Her legs wide open. The feeling sunk from her lower belly down to her womanhood and then ....

The cry. The sharp sweet cry of a newborn. She lapsed into the hospital bed as the midwife held on to the baby. Emotions flooded. Relief. Tiredness. Joy. 

"Let me hold him" she pleaded with the doctor, her ordeal finally over. 

Random

I don't care if it's pumps or Converses

Could be Red Lobster or Burger King

Born in Shanghai or New Mexico

Listen to Bobby Brown or Sting. 

I don't care if it's medicine or law

Could be shorts or a gown 

Sporty or more of a couch potato

As long as you know how to get down.

Can I see beneath your beautiful? 

Is there a brain under those braids 

Can you tickle my mind with conversation

Are your mind and your body mates?

Can you make silence comfortable?

Can you handle my weird and bad?

Can I just hug you for an hour?

Can you improve the day I've had?

They say a lady in the streets 

And a freak in the bed 

Could be a freak all the time

Long as you're right in the head. 

Long as you're a laugh and a half 

And a friend from the heart 

And you love like a mum 

Even when we're apart

If I can be trapped in a room with you

For months and days

Without murderous intent

Then you're in your way 

Into my life. 

A Girl On Her Own

Today is hot but not outside
The heat within her skin does hide
Thoughts of pleasure fill each vein
It’s desired so much it drives her insane
A kiss, a touch, or be caressed
Her heart is aching and it is distressed
The gentle breeze crosses her face
It cools her down, but in the wrong place
A cup of water will not cool her flame
It’s refreshing but not the same
Her juices flow as she thirst for more
Then she walks and locks the door
The feel of her hands upon each breast
As chill bumps rush across her chest
Eyes closed shut while desires burn
For sweet release her heart does yearn
Skirt eased off and legs spread wide
To put out what’s melting her from the inside
Finger tips brush up each thigh
As her head tilts back she lets out a sigh
Now between her lips a finger slides
So warm and creamy now it glides
Such relief as satisfaction has began
As her minds drifts off onto thought of her man
Amazing pleasure runs up her arched spine
With lips spread wide and feet on the bed
She bites her lip and tilts her head
The fire builds up as a roaring blaze
Mind filled with pleasure she drifts into a daze
The pressure and circles on her swollen wet clit
Should put out this fire in just a bit
Hearts beating faster as the fire peaks
Juices running between her cheeks as more does leak
Melted completely as her body does shake
Convulsing, shivering, and uncontrollably does quake
Screams erupt as the fire burns out
Lip is bit hard so she can’t shout
Desire fulfilled as her body does rest
Other than the real thing, this is the best

Love

When you were a child,
It was dad,
It was pink,
It was flowers,
It was bliss.

When you were a teenager,
It was blond,
It was blue eyes,
It was love notes,
It was ecstasy.

When you were a young adult,
It was your best friend,
It was hot,
It was long phone calls,
It was delight.

When you were older,
It was random,
It was obnoxious,
It was fights,
It was tears.

When you are older,
It is your child,
It is persistent,
It is motivation,
It stood the test of time.

Doctors diagnosed it with a multiple personality disorder,
The FBI will offer you a restraining order,
Because it can be as fickle as a feather,
And as unpredictable as the weather.

But Barbie and ken,
Bonnie and Clyde,
Romeo and Juliet,

Simply called it LOVE.

By: A.S (My Wife)

Her Story, Her Hope

She is sick and tired of trying

And ending up in front of a blank wall

People ask her why she shows no emotion

Well maybe it’s because she has tried,

And all she got in return was an ice bucket

They tell her she’s not beautiful

She asks them who defines beauty

She’s sick and tired of trying

And amounting to nothing

People ask her why she doesn’t trust

Well maybe because she has tried,

And all she got in return was a stab in the back

They ask her who she aspires to be

She tells them she’s creating her own person

People ask her why she doesn’t watch the news

Well maybe because she has tried,

And all she saw were people in expensive suits

Speaking empty words, promising the impossible.

Now, when you see that girl sitting alone,

Ask her to tell you her story.

Disappointment is all she ever got

Under the Christmas tree that she never had

She has learnt the hard way, that expectations

only ever lead to disappointments.

She still has hope,

That one day, the world will be a better place

Where your inner beauty will be more

Important that the birthmark on your face

where your wealth will be measured by

your values and not how many zeros you have.

By: A.S (My Wife) 

Explorations

The secret world of smooth warm flesh
your graceful curves delight my eye
they call my fingertips to explore them
such a wondrous geography, paradise

I ache to be your favorite  native son,
born to love each rise, and silken valley,
humbly bow my head to drink so deep
from your wellspring of sweet desire

I long to quench  my lusty thirst in you
parched, like a desert nomad's throat
dream of the day when you float above
find sweet release, like clouds and rain

your hands reach out, to take my face
and pull me to your waiting breasts
to suckle you long as a greedy child
lulled by the music, of your hot breath

your fingers plow furrows in my hair
and trace my brow, fever flushed
softly croon song of love to me
need binds me tight to your side

do you feel me throb so deep inside?
a counterpoint to your rolling motion?
my growling voice echoes in  the room
your name kisses my lips and tongue

trembling thighs, so graceful spread
heaven's gate open so wide to see
to plumb the hot and fragrant depths
as you moan and deeply caress me

Moonlit Night

you glow like the light of the harvest moon
soft golden rays to fill my starry heart

your sweet breath teases my naked skin
so warm and moist like a southern breeze

your scent the perfume of night blooming flowers
your taste salty and tangy like the warm sea air

your body trembles at my slightest touch
 a  willow tree, shook by the lusty wind

your mossy rise is so dewy and inviting,
softly, and seductively, it calls out me...

 to kneel and taste your secret delights
lost in a vortex of your endless desire

as the harvest moon looms overhead
and bathes our flesh in it's  soothing light

Eye See You

The windows to my soul
A little part that unravels the whole
No secrets revealed yet nothing kept
Get lost in the moment, dive into the doubts
Swim in my essence, drink in my being
Can you read me?
Do you understand what you're seeing?

Neither do I.