Since WhenA Poem by Clarisse NanoitHopefully my latest situation can help me out a lot. cover art coming soon...For once, I won't think, "What in the world's going on inside that head of his?" For once, I don't know that I really care to know. All that matters is the fact that there is healing in those arms, the arms of one I have long desired, and it's the time for me to accept it, embrace it, as though I might actually deserve it. For once, I'm going to flirt, touch and be touched, without worry. For once, my thought processes will be less, "Where can this possibly be going?" and more, "Wow, this feels good." Instead of healing, as my nature often demands of me, I will allow myself to be healed. I'll seek every warm fingerprint that can be left behind on my awaiting skin. I will enjoy another's company-- no strings attached. For once, I'll explore a side of myself that I might be afraid to see. "Wow! That's inside of me? Since when?" Who cares? Let's just take advantage of its intrusive presence. For once, I'll stop saying no so much. I'll stop letting myself feel so vulnerable that I'm afraid to let him know that he's doing the rightest things. I'll stop fearing the strength of my own desries, the sound of my own sighs, the tales of my own actions. I'm sick of keeping it to myself. It's my turn to brag, not listen. I'll stop thinking about what everyone else would want me to do, and I'm going to take part in those things which I want to do, the things my skin screams for. I want to tease and be teased, appreciate and be appreciated, desire and be desired. No more thought altogether, just action. Ha. I couldn't have chosen a more deserving recipient of my new ways of thinking. He's more than welcome. © 2009 Clarisse NanoitReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 18, 2008 Last Updated on January 23, 2009 AuthorClarisse NanoitGAAboutBy clicking on the link above, you can play a vocabulary game, and for every question you get right, sponsoring businesses donate enough money for 100 grains of rice to feed hungry people across the.. more..Writing
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