I’m tired of thinking.
Tired of over thinking.
Tired of feeling like if I just did a little more thinking I could figure it all out….
Tired of waiting
Tired of wanting
Tired, really fucking tired of being in charge…
I’m aching to let myself slip just a little. Feel the rush as my feet stumble from the tightrope. Spin in the splendor of heart racing exhilaration. Hear only the thump of my own wildly beating heart in my ears as I try to balance again. Feel the fleshy bits of my face pull high and tight as my eyes settle in on you, hone in on you and the hidden shreds of my personal evil cause the sides of my mouth to turn up. Ask myself what a good girl would do and wait for that hissing voice with its forked tongue to whisper, “who cares”.
Hold me too tight
I’m ready. Ready to meet you. Meet you in that place that you and I go. Away from the stage we are asked to preform upon Away from the eyes and expectations. Ready to feel your curious hands and fingertips. Ready to have you hold me down and make me hear and feel you….only you. Ready to fold into your palms, have the air sucked from my lungs, the power of my limbs surrender and succumb to the weight of Us.
Can you quiet me
Make me scream
Cause me to rethink my position
Make me crave a new one
Inspire me to not give a shit….
My mouth sweet and ready. Lips wet and open. Skin exposed and aching. Head too parceled to fight. Soul wide open, cavernous, longing to be strummed and exposed even further. My eyes looking to you for the next slide of a player across the board…are you ready to check me? Study my game, my next move…do you understand that the deep grooves imbedded in my bottom lip are my tell? My readiness to let myself get lost in your touch causing my teeth to bare down and try to restrain the tongue that craves exploring you, discovering us…
I’m diving in
Head first into a night of my own blissful destruction
You coming with me?
You ready to tell me where to go next
Take my hand
Take both of them, make me
I need this