Fantasy

A Poem by Niecee

its SE.

i would change my entire life to be your dream be your bowl of cherries covered in extra thick whip cream.

do whatever u wanted i was so used to being teased and taunted .

made sure it was good thought that was the only way to keep a man, made it so amazing when it stoped coming you were crying to me "baby i dont understand "

truth is i didnt understand it either how u fooled me into thinking u loved me but u really only wanted me to ease ur fever

i said id be blow up bianca 2000 long as mine was the only hand on your lever.

you took me to places i had no buisness being it was like kindegarten star stickers to see your eyesroll in the back of your head. but fully clothed you never really heard a word i said.

your emotional idiot then, i flirtatiously followed where ever u led.

hold u close when we walked into a room and even when we weren't together i made sure thats what they'd assume.

i knew that i blew your mind and the way you'd look at me made me feel fine
so
. the journey your hands routinly took progessing my thigh when you sat next to me that sweet talk that wooed me so unimpressingly made me settle for your version of love called undressing me.

i didnt make u work for it cuz then my self image wouldnt dare i put my prized posestions on sale for cheap talk and pretended not to care

. oh and to see that quizzical smirk form in the corner of jealous broads as they'd stare with their sex face , wondering how the hell i got in this place but i was a woman for all seasons there for u in any case.

i tried to smuglle in admist the the 1950's pinnup girl bits and pieces of my intellectual side , ud passify my desire with elusive conversation but in truth u were just along for the ride

.i was to become your fantasies quickly adapt to whatever the hell u handed me , u were my sole owner my deep need for validation constatly demanded me now i realize u were drowing me in your own vainity , id come up for air desperatly trying to swallow -ur insanity

.foolishly prided myself on these dual personalities - sure u only acknowledged one but then that was a technicality

and when i finnally gathered the courage to let u go , my heart said good riddance but my body said no

till i stood in a 3 way mirror and realize im much more beautiful than u ever could see i was

u saw a 3 letter word i needed a 4 for that very word i nearly discarded this part of me in the archives

. now i know i deserve the type of man who will see my stretch marks as omens of my fullness written in golden calligraphy not just an unfortunate imperfection and like lord of the rings and the order of things respect the artistic liscence in the length of my own trilogy

, see my hands meant to craft ,write, massage, and hold it took a inimaginitive person to ensure i never again am undersold

my lips were made to hold in my sweet whispers and kiss envelopes and say i love you to confess god is the only thing above u .

my body is full of life and song it feels so good to do all the things we didnt and prove u wrong ;

movie and dinner isnt a down payment; step to me the way u did and find your face french kissing the pavement.

i deserve random cute text messages in the middle of the day , and silly pillow fight play ,

reading poetry to each other in a room of dimly lit candels his soul is latched to mine like strappy sandals

we laugh and cry-and laugh and cry-and laugh and -cry till i feel like the diffrence of him here now or 5 minutes later encapsules the science of whether i live or die

and when that day does come it'll be a natural progression it can be warm and sweet like a big bowl of maltomeal or cream of wheat , no need to let out agreession cuz ill be content his touch will be gentle - his kiss shall be heaven sent

i am more than a fetish fantasy or phene i am his everything