Silly Games

Desiring to express my art
Not knowing where it will take me
So much to say
Not able to grasp the words
To express it firmly

Such frustration encompassed
Into knots that can't be unwind
The speed of creative thoughts
Is hard to grasp and focus
Let alone capture one!

Disgusted with the process
Wishing to find a better
Way to vomit what's inside me
Insecurities of my art
Impedes how I deliver
What to say to thee!

Ah! Just let it out!
I wish I could but
Gagged with the poison
of nervous insecurities!

Such silly games
We seem to play on
Ourselves. Knowing full
Well that I am the only
One who stops myself
From moving forwards
And taking that Prize
Which we strive to
Realize!

PASSION

Warm touch
of your fingers
caressing the arch
of my back.

A soft whisper
as you heavily breathe
the ecstasy of your desire.

This familiar shiver
races down my spine
remembering the passion
and we immediately embrace
as if it never left.

Your lips quivers as
you kiss every part of me
hesitating to devour
controlling yourself
to take your time
and indulge in every minute
of your exploration.

You raise to see me
just to get my acknowledgment
that if it is okay
for you to continue
or if I am as consumed in
this fire with you.

You see me engulfed in
this foreplay of seduction
enjoying each moment
like creating a beautiful
work of art.

Just before that explosive moment
we catch a glimpse of
making certain
that each are satisfied
and the finale of us
creating an amazing
display of fireworks!!!

SEARCHING FOR THE RIGHT MOLD

Trying to express myself without sounding ridiculous
Lost in a sea of words that I can’t seem to articulate
Frustration overwhelms me with no end
Growing ever so steadily to a point of tearing down my sanity

Hands shaking from the fear of what I might discover
Eyes glassed over on the brink of a major waterfall
My mind bouncing back and forth like a ping pong
Wanting to scream but it’s too late to actually do anything

Not knowing really what I am writing about
Yearning for it to mean something that impinges the heart
A thought flashes through with such dread
That I could be nothing but a fake instead

Laughing it off to hide my insecurity
Only it’s obvious that I lack much ability
Scared to think that I may not have much depth
Total self awareness that I know is a guard I use to protect

Do they know who I really am?
Or it doesn’t matter because the fantasy is what they desire
Feeling short changed to have to suppress the true me
But out of protection I can’t allow my peers to get too close
So therefore I am only the mannequin they molded me to be!