Invisible Chains

Afternoon Day Dream

You’ve been dancing through my head all day.. tune unknown but it must have been good… I could care less what you were moving too, I just love to see you move.. When you dance your jig I see it in slow motion.. Hips creating their own beat while your thighs are In cahoots.. Your feet get my attention…Toes glossy and freshly painted I’m just as interested in them as the rest… The way you move creates a rainbow when you spin.. Someone calls and interrupts my mental Broadway theatrics but minutes later I’m back where I left off.. You pop it and I’m no longer focused on my dell monitor.. You stop but your booty has a mind of its own.. Still shaking like I just gave it a good slap…  I pull it together and  focus on your eyes.. Settling my heart rate and reducing the blood flow to my……..  ready for you to dance for me however you want when you return… 

Invisible Chains

This place is so small.. and though I birth words, I can’t create the right ones to mend a sentence together to explain my depths of loneliness..  I can barley walk in a circle in here and my thoughts are constantly in track mode.. twirling around and around unable to free themselves from these four walls.. in-prisoned mentally and physically, I need to escape this cell. Funny how the same place we call Home can be our own dungeon.. Though the door closes and locks I’m not trapped. It’s more of a feeling of un-satisfaction and emptiness that leads to these feelings.. To sleep, bath and attempt to relax here; all within 10 steps of one another makes me feel like the walls are closing in.. My phone rings and most times it’s answered on the first ring, accepting the call in hope that some sort of excitement is waiting on the other end.. Usually it’s work, making me fall deeper into the zone of despair and anguish.. Desperately waiting on something ...

Abstinence

How can I maintain with madness on my brain🤔. The internal rhetorical question that everyone has monthly, weekly and sometimes daily! The battle to fight the problematic urge of release.. some say you should fight it until you meet a worthy mate. Others say you should continue to wait until that worthy mate completes the final level and wins your heart with a ring.. But while I sit in this fragile state, sweating and twitching to maintain this status.... I have vizions. Some that seem to be real at time. I’m catapulted into a land of ecstasy where everything that I’m not suppose to partake in is at my fingertips. People rapidly pleasuring one another.. some one on one and others three on one. I’m grabbed from behind and yanked to the ground by this full chest, wide hipped, thick lipped, blind folded female. She drops to her knees and opens her mouth as wide as she can.. No words spoken, just an inviting mouth, tongue fully extended. The moans from all th...

Dreams

Dreams are just that.... 

From your most precious desires to your most frightening fears.. Dreams can have you on cloud nine and without notice slam you face first into the earth.. An unbalanced dream could easily become your worst nightmare.. It's amazing how dreams are connected to our thoughts, feelings and emotions. Some may say that these are the core of our dreams.. At times I agree but sometimes I don't.. Dreams will have you living in a fantasy world, a world that's free from pain, heartache and disappointment.. We fall into this trap because maybe we are afraid to face our realities? Maybe we yearn for something so bad that we create this facade to comfort us or maybe because our hearts think we're close to a certain someone because our reality won't allow us to be with them or too simply escape from the stressors of the day.. How hard must we fight for these beautiful yet devastating dreams to come true? What's happens when they do...

The mind of an odd

Welcome to the mind of a beast.. Unknown to most and translated by few.. None enter and few understand.. Just chaotic with words and surgical with phrases.. No other way to be.. Mind elevated and wordplay undefined; I love it that way.. Like a collegiate game of hide and seek words are always camouflaged with night vision and don't want to come out and play.. Like a rat on cheese I sniff them out and place them together like a blacksmith does Steele for a sword.. With this sword I slice through both hemispheres..then sew them together like a wool sweater.. Misunderstood I am... Loved i am not.. See I float around daily like a cloud cast out from society.. Not white but black, the cloud everyone hates to see because it brings the storm.. That grey area between perfection and failure.. Just the odd of it all.. Extravagant to some and foreign to others.. See some have taken time to learn the language that is me while others give up before they are blessed with t...