Her innocence a laughing matter. Usual chatter among men who befriend her with ulterior aspirations aimed at the interior. How fickle the mind becomes sitting next to its heart still struggling to stand within their contrived hands.
With every invite accepted, the plan becomes ever simple: They connect dots with her freckles whilst complementing her dimples. They grab and slap her ass. Her pretentious laugh creeps out until reminded of her past. Now she's left to think about where she may have lost herself and how far back she must trace in some lost hope of saving face.
She was taught to hide her fault.
Inadequate the sullen seductress. Her will once fully honed is no longer her own when thrown against the wall like the least of clothes worn. Disproven are her stints of independence. No country for the headstrong.
Told her she'd never last alone;
but few men would ever want what most have prodded through. Tossed about with little doubt that she has a right to refuse. Abused by big, brown eyes and the broadest of shoulders………… self-proclamed servants of mothers that she playfully called "Big Brother" that would love when kid sister is forced to call them "Mister." No concern to kiss her tears away. A little less fear today.
Just moments of humiliation.
Asphyxiation of the worst degree: A smile for all to see mixed with laughter and cheerful banter. Enchanter of the wholesome hearts that know nothing of the lonesome lines that mar the countenance she has strategically hidden from the world.
Unfurled in silence after violent encounters.
Makeup on the counter strewn between garments torn that were worn to entice. Her penalty. Her penance. Her price of admission for guilt to remain trapped beneath quilts eventually as stained as the pain that coats her face. The strain of tracing lines atop the scars of shame unspoken.
Somewhat sufficient mask until broken.
Never chosen for her favor unless her labor incites pleasure. Treasure no one ever claims. Trapped and throttled. Marked and maimed. Famous for decrepit deeds that serve only to sow seeds that are stamped out before bloom.
Whispers in a crowded room.
Her innocence a laughing matter. Fashioned her the frequent punchline. They fit her into time lines for the sake of story telling; sparking interest and intrigue. Beleaguered with rumors that surface. Left to succumb and forsake her purpose
before she ever truly learns it.
She now believes she's earned this. She no longer fights to see through this nightmare she calls her dream. In her silence, she still screams.
"Trees(Redux)" The color of envy you've siphoned within me bled out into your quarters... where branches once viewed as borders now carry the odor that has defined your guilt. Wilted in the thousands are the flowers that have dared to bloom near what we've built and if plowed among the plenty, I would wish at least a century if guaranteed that we would not share plains. We have gained far few than what "I Love You" can salvage. The bark is chewed and worn. The roots are ripped and torn easily from such meager sediment we've convinced ourselves was foundation. What fortifies us now I find no good will to murmur. You: The ever skillful converter taking every farce you see, digging up reality to hide it substantially beneath soil that rain will not acknowledge.
We have effectively defined bondage, You and I as a means of growing high enough to pay homage to the Creator while defiling the Earth that verily proclaims her will. Stand still and time will not. It will eat until we are hollow. You only follow nature's plan until it demands reconcile. Bitter bile our tasteless leaves. They would make the starving heave. They scale us until sick then use us as the wick to prelude their bonfires. Love for hire and affection stacked in bundles chopped and tumbled into portions until tossed into the ocean to quell the stench of burning remnants no longer deemed useful. We were once so fruitful. Ambition changes with direction like the inflection of chimes that dance under more violent currents. Uprooted, we hope to start again but the wind exposes all. All that shakes will surely fall if not firmly planted. Your enchantment felt under my skin like sap imparted from stem to trunk. Used to scale my branches as if in search of the sweetest spot on earth. Now more fashioned as hearth or as scraps before the furnace, your earnest is an urn for me; harvesting purposely until I'm cast beneath the sea without room for cry or plea. If life would ever learn of we, They wouldn't etch love into trees…………
You stand tall in the blackness. Scale tall walls in my absence. Their hearts will crash and you command their axis. Occupational practice. No flashes. No cameras allowed. Never a name endowed with stills. You have skill and intend to show me more than. I your only set of eyes. Feel free to close the door then.
Fancied you my private dancer prancing about this dimly lit room you have filled with your perfume with every step you take. Cared less if I were awake or still somewhat daydreaming. I'm teeming with anticipation. You rive in my frustration. I thrive on the elation and you have yet to touch me.
"Suddenly" is nonexistent.
Surprise no longer insistent. I persist and you take my time. I insist and you let tension climb. The apex so far from now. I tug at buckles and you allow it. Not one word spoken but you speak louder in gyrations. The vibration of synonymous pulses.
Likened you to frequency.
Finer tuning with each visit. Limit slowly fades with each performance. Inclined to new tones set that threaten what I thought I knew. Movement so concise. So new. Blew me away gently to the edge of this bed. Head full of things I pray you've drawn no profit from. Unspeakable acts one can't fathom. My tongue you've claimed as ransom.
You stand tall in the blackness. Scale tall walls in my absence. Can't miss what isn't revealed yet I still ask what is concealed should I find reason to awaken. I dream of you in closed quarters: Your wet skin and black lipstick complete with fancy frills, arms exposed to the chill of this room conditioned for comfort, eyes that control the soul within and heels that pierce the hearts of men.
Men who denounce your rare design.
Nothing benign in your approach. We've drawn close enough to warrant an embrace but only your face is within reach. Incentives granted with each increment in our proximity. I your only guest implicitly watching you perform explicitly with hands bound to my belt. Felt yearning in your movement in tune with my relentless hunger.
I can't breathe and that excites me.
Entice me the entire night. The sun will witness what your acts have garnered. Power inconceivable. Passion as unbelievable as it is palpable. Your lace illuminating every place I intend to taste. Under street lights our shadows flail with energy, grace and rhythm.
They become whole. They bend. They fold. They mesh so well with lust between them. I have yet to see them worn better than who leans in to me. Could not conceivably pretend to be as collected as I may appear.
I sometimes wonder what brought you here…………
…… standing tall in this blackness. Still scaling walls in my absence yet with no profit for you to claim, you polish locks and chains, bind yourself all the same and let me find the key. If the world was mine to own, I would trade it for this moment. The chance to graze hips with the same lips used to remove lapels and zippers. Consumed by blinks and whispers. Leather sticking to your inner thighs. Look into my eyes whilst I peel back this disguise of dominance you've adorned for gain. Break the chains with fervor. Move free for me to see everything I've yet to imagine.
If this were hinged on necessity, I'd be far less playful when addressing my desire. Wouldn't skirt around the truth. Would relinquish all the details. I'd be frail within your grasp. Hands clasped to your arm like all else seeks to harm me.
Instead, I am charming when I visit. You're exquisite. We know no limits. Explicit jokes with a splash of truth and a slice of fruit beneath the ice cubes in your glass. Is this what one considers class or am I too crass to exude such?
Touch as rewarding as the conversation. The elation you contain I collect like grains of rice before the waiter takes our plates. Far too late to walk alone. Besides that, we're in a zone that lasted hours after closing. Topics under your controlling: Are my parents in good standing, do I ever get demanding, do I like Cognac or Brandy, what's my favorite type of candy?
So varied your interest. So keyed in on your angles that you're surely wondering why I have yet to tell a lie so you can dig me out. You hear what is said but if you were in my head, we'd have less time for talking.
Yes. I'm that sure. Selective with my confidence to the point where my compliments have become secondary to your intent for me. The extent of your imagination inflates to the point of rupture. The flood gates briefly stalled with crossed legs and a head hung low with one arm as its crutch.
You've barely concealed that mahogany blush.
Save me a smile to see when the day robs you of the rest. Pastel dress shirts lined with lipstick. For your next trick, a quick change in temperature. replaced goose bumps with heat signatures and I lay here within your cross hairs. Friendly fire full of desire. Clothes cascade to the floor like casings flung from the chamber. Anger and frustration before faces flush. The rush. The tension. Not to mention the aftermath. Serenity meets wrath to the point where they resemble one delightful meshing.
Undressed all that stress…… …………all that annoyance. Snide remarks and feigned clairvoyance. Stripped down needless defiance. Clients reaping all of your time replaced by a glass of wine and a lap strong enough to compliment your curvature.
You sink into my hands like crushed chocolate ready to melt. Never before right now have I known a warmth that felt…… ………………………this constant. No room for reserve or the usual soft speaking. I am peaking. I peek in and you are leaking. Brushed my fingertips across my mustache like grass desperate for raindrops. Saw you gasp and change colors.
Now I see the light you swore you'd never show. Well worth the time now that I know how to make your skin glow.
Sitting in my throne the atonement I have yet to issue. Pride the tissue used to abuse truth and wipe it clean. Gone are the chances I presumed reserved for redemption but I have earned no exemption. Conviction has a life of names tailor fitted for shame but my outlook is void of guilt. We are worlds apart separated by a bridge built between indifference and ascension. Dimensions this life cannot profess any manner of experience toward.
This life………
Hard by design but truly maligned when forcefully refined for those who feel the need to be defined. The incline is steeper than angles slanted between planets but the connection remains there. Fair enough for the ambitious but the stubborn struggle uphill until it nearly kills them.
Filled them with the very pride that stands between me and my throne. Similar affairs have called you home and I honestly would love to visit but I will not exhibit what I deem submissive in perception. Direction known by those I train. Even they notice the strain and the redundancy it manifests. They jest in secrecy. No trace of meek in me. Believed you sought to weaken me. I knew better but the regal standard bearer will not be viewed as a trend setter.
Lonesome magistrate with less dominion. Opinion in extent is only lent to the constructive who recognize it as a mere extension of our emotional ties. My eyes have combed the skies in search of alternative measures. I treasure your countenance for its rarity but clarity in my possession dies. Wasteful sacrifice for pride that only ensures a slight change in what I once thought inevitable.
Miracle may cross that bridge two hundred times between us before it pays me a visit. I create the limits and adhere to them firmly. Terms have changed that I have yet to acknowledge; convincing myself that there is solace in denouncing unwelcome aversion. There are reasons why dispersion makes the ground beneath us smooth:
Influence makes the planets move.
I am alone among millions. Stars only serve to illuminate this bridge between us. Distance in deliberate fashion has distorted my view of everything old and new
except you.
Clearer vision would not have us tarry here this long. Time will not prolong that which may fade with passing moments. Without atonement, I might perish in stubborn pursuit of you. I've claimed more time than I should. Made more excuses than most would.
