Moist and tender to touch, sensuous
prowling for desire.
Enter the suggestions I have seen in your
eyes.
Taste the demons of lust within my
temptation
Invited to sin with bended knees, submit to
hunger.
Hold on tightly to the wish of pure
weakness
Take my love, my lust, and consume my
essence
Submission with a total thirst for your body.
Trace my bosom to the bottom, entwined in
sensations
Have me on you, around you, and inside your
arms this eve.
Kiss my lips; welcome my visions and
lustful intentions
My lips are wet, tasting your sweet love, given to me.
A place for lovers, tightly held within
A vow forever to travel in time
A Soul Token given and kept
A power of grace, wound between hearts
A kiss that started it all and pronounced eternity
A feeling that will not be defined by words
A definition of calm tornadoes
An island that surrounds two hearts
An excitement of new adventures
St Glam forever and always
Carrying doubt in every cell,
wrapped in pity I mistook for protection,
I pulled away.
I let go.
Again.
I reached once more,
searching for the offering—
the gift that promised self-confidence,
the place where I might finally arrive.
Fear whispered consequences.
Uncertainty rehearsed failure.
And again,
I stepped back.
Again.
Then I stood.
I stopped chasing the hand
and let it come to me.
I allowed myself to be lifted,
guided forward,
held steady.
I made it.
And now I am here—
again—
with a hand up,
not a hand out.
