Denying my feelings

Pulled in two different directions, my heart so heavy So scared to be open Afraid you might reject me Your warmth drew me in and I knew I was in trouble I’m in love with I got scared Consumed with denial about how much I want you to kiss me gently Touch me slowly Feel

Honesty

The more open and honest you are with me The better I function I flow with the energy Hidden demon and mistrust just builds walls I accept truth, ponder the dynamics, food for thought A tool for growth Misleading will conjure doubt Doubt will block the path given to us by our universe The natural

An Online Affair

The exoticism and naughty thoughts that trickle from my mind. Tie me up and slap me if you can be so kind. My voiceless lover and I explore the erotic forbidden. Divulging our dark sensual desires laid so hidden. Through words we found an intimate place for fantasy to be born. Let’s pray there is

The Bipolar Express

I have just spent the last week travelling on The Bipolar Express. The train is fuelled by glorious, premium high octane juice and heads straight to Fuckville. Destination Fuckville is a place where confidence is endless and every idea is a bloody good idea. Where super ego’s party by throwing their energy into good times.