words...

i must honor my vows, yet my lover inspires my place of desire. like a slow rain...drip,drip drip....then becomes a bang against the window, disruptive awakening my slumber of responsibility. creativity seduces me my fingers erect with possibility. my mind flooded with snippets of language sending chills through my spine. i want to run, i want to hide...i can do neither. where i turn there she is. aroused by her flow, the cadence pulsates and inhibits the necessary. listening is the foreplay...poetic loins desire to climax cannot be held back

back again

his words feed my famished soul in a way that i wasn't aware i needed. i stare at the phone thinking of reasons to call. i now avoid eye contact for fear that my sockets will lead to betrayal. he's with her...i must remind myself, yet wonder what would happen if i made a move. i need his voice the way i did years ago. i feel validated in my choice and again angered at the loss. i was supposed to hate. my heart turned cold. i want to meet his needs yet question my own intent as the need to conquer.