I’m caught within time.
I’m caught between two lives.
The face I portray to the world, and you.
The face I give when it’s just me.
When I look in the mirror.
That you won’t like what I have to say.
That you won’t like what I feel.
That you may find me too sensitive or to passionate.
That I may not be enough.
Of course I could mold for you.
See the instant dislike and become whoever you desire.
But I fear I may lose my heart in the process.
It’s in the words.
This dream confused me.
For the life of me, I can’t let it be.
Our stomachs pressed together.
Dur et doux.
Why would that stick out to me?
Why should I be turned on by your stomach against my own?
My heart was racing, thighs and panties wet,
Ready to be your pet.
It was then I paid attention.
You whispered words in my ear.
Nonsensical, fast, slow, words.
With every word you spoke,
My mouth watered.
My skin pulsed.
My eyes dilated.
I wish I could remember the words you said to me.
I wish I could hold them close for the lonely nights.
I wish I could carry them with me like I do my sight.
It was the words.
I didn’t know if you’d ever return.
I’d been good, you see.
Always doing what was expected of me.
You stayed away,
I had constant thoughts of the bay.
The way in which you’d made my body sway.
neigh, spray, say.
You’d do anything but stay.
Maybe it was me.
I wasn’t carefree enough,
I went and obtained too many degrees.
You left nothing of me but debris.
I have nothing else to emit.
There’s nothing else for me to admit,
lest I become a hypocrite.