The Silent Treatment _ Part 1

My memory seems to fail me
In attempt to recollect the rationale to my tolerance
My acceptance of no expectations
I haven’t heard from him
And to them, this seems normal
Is it because someone’s playing hard to get
Give me too much space
You might find yourself replaced
But patience is telling me to wait
Contemplating if holding on is in my favor
As his behavior is revealing something unfavorably
Once before, I was willing to be free
Open to all emotive expression
Removing the suppression of my feelings
Although now, I have closed, sealed and locked that door
It is he that must now breakdown those barriers
Find the key and hope that the locks go unchanged
So this is to say…
That today…
I will no longer make the pursuit to figure you out
Attempting to learn what you’re all about
Doubting this whole idea of us being together
I now pass this opportunity over to you to remember
To take this time to reflect on your purpose
Your reasoning for the initial pursuit
No responses from me will be given
At least for a the time being
Just to take you back to the beginning
Where you had the desire for a commitment
So this is now my chance to experiment
With my assessment to give you the silent treatment

Moment of Silence _ Part 2

The peaceful eloquence of silence
Allows for mental complexity
Reflecting on memories of experience
Remembrance of things that once were
Lost love and broken hearts
I shall leave in the past to which they dwell
Progressing to new beginning
Of a story that is untold
I am ready for this start of an unfinished revelation
The unknown is a fear to conquer
As knowing is a challenge to accept
Truth to which is known
Often becomes a want to be unknown
Silence is a blissful sound of understanding
Understanding what is within thought
Thinking not only of the reflections within me
But those that are to come and to be
I am ready for the next the sure to exist
New love to a devoted heart ready to be received
Accepted by one of a humble soul
Cherished by which is understood to be fragile and delicate
Although our past is irrelevant
Still knowing that past is what brings forth present and creates future
Expecting picture prefect yet prefect individual is not expected
I've accepted the uniqueness of individuality
But also the commonality of which is shared
I can appreciate this moment of silence
Where I can only see what I want to see
Ears closed from what is told
Holding on to the thought of actions speaking louder than words
This is my truth when I look upon you
No words...just the sight that I view
And in this quietness of silence it has shown itself to be
All that I was hoping for which was together only you and me

Alone Tonight

I don’t want to be alone tonight
Lost in thought, I am sitting in my own wonders
Who shall I consider to accompany me in my moments
In my moments of blissful thinking
Thinking of being caressed and tasted
Liquefying my body with licks from lustful lips
While in the idleness of my abode
My vagina becomes swollen from circular movements
Rhythmic touches along the moistness of my succulent pearl
I really wish that I wasn’t alone tonight
So that I may share the scents of lit candles
Aromatizing my senses to prepare for a sensual adventure
But not tonight…as I am alone in the company of my own
Moaning to the vibrations that I have placed upon my clit
Wishing that he was here to see, hear and feel my release
Inserting my tool of pleasure inside my dwelling
I feel the river of passion flowing within
Coming is only a minimal explanation of what was felt
As the volcanic eruption of my body poured all of its uniqueness
All of its pureness and sexiness
Wanting for his fingers to have been drizzled with this crème
Watching him suckle upon them just to taste my sweetness
Mmmmm….if only I wasn’t alone tonight
I could feel his stiffness…encompassing my pleasure escape
Fucking me, loving me, sexing me, and taking control of my body
I want to give everything to him in these moments
No resistance necessary
I want to be free and allow him to take full advantage of what is bestowed
Harden nipples from distended breast being sucked upon simultaneously
While exhaling and inhaling to the beat of our motions
If I wasn’t at home alone tonight
I would be gazing at the view while leaving finger prints on my window
By way of him bending me over to engage in the karma sutra style of the mongrel
Beads of sweat drips onto my warm form
While smacking my ass and asking me if I liked it
Noticing his shivers becoming uncontrolled
He embraces my physique with a strong hold
Bonding to body as if to be connected as one
If only I wasn’t alone tonight…
I wouldn’t be lying in my bed with creamy panties
Daydreaming about sexual fantasies
Just to realize that I ran out of all my double A batteries…