Thoughts of Joy
Stream of consciousness from a wounded heart.
Center, the cool air grazing my heated skin.
Exhale, don’t let yourself think.
Groaning with satisfaction, it feels good to stretch.
I push away thoughts of her face—those sparkling eyes,
twinkling thoughts, making my heart skip.
Center, she doesn’t deserve your devotion.
Exhale. I almost feel her hand, soft and warm, fitting into mine.
I hear her laughter.
CENTER. The sound bounces around my aching heart,
deafening in the silence, she left.
Exhale. I’m sinking back into wanting, needing, and aching for her.
CENTER.
EXHALE.
The sounds of her moans, raw and real, fill my heart.
My body responds to the memory, aching and rising for more.
Just keep breathing.
Cut off from her,
taken by someone else,
wrapped in disappointment.
I never stood a chance at all.
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A Lady with a Pen
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