My Poetry Corner XVII: Poetry Inspired By The Clock

"1:43 am"

A dream awakens me 

Now I’m yearning for the relief only you can bring 

Need to hear your voice, feel your touch 

It’s been far too long since you’ve told me to cum for you 

I need it, need you 

Fingertips glide over wet lips 

Slowly touching the innermost piece of me 

All soft and pink and tight and wet 

It’s your name on my lips as my fingertips bring me closer to ecstasy 

Your voice I hear in my head 

Hard nipples and shallow breaths  

As my fingers go in dry and come out wet  

I am chasing your voice to euphoria 

My body is hot 

I need this release 

Have to do this 

I curse as my leg starts to shake 

Run my thumb over my clit pretending it’s yours 

Panting your name while fucking myself 

I can hear you so clearly talking to me 

coaxing my orgasm from me while I quiver deeply 

"That’s it sweetheart" and then with you in mind, it occurs  

my soul shakes and I am calling out your name 

Sleep comes quickly and I meet you in my dreams 

I guess anything is better than a reality where you no longer exist

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"2 am..." 

It's 2 o'clock in the morning & I cannot sleep. 

It's 2 o'clock in the morning & all I'm really craving right now is you.  

Your very sleepy voice saying my name. 

That thought really shouldn't comfort me the way it does. 

I am very good at faking how I'm feeling when it comes to you. 

I pray all the time to be free from the ache of you. 

I don't like being this woman. 

I feel less than more often than I should. 

It's been way too long and I should be totally over you, right? 

I shouldn't want you anymore.  

The memory of who you were to me shouldn't haunt me. 

Loving you should be past tense. 

But, it's 2 o'clock in the morning & you're the only person on my mind. 

I can't figure out if this is my definition of heaven or hell. 

My Poetry Corner XVI: "I Told God"

I was reading my Bible this morning

Romans 8:18-27 and I came across something.
There it was in my signature purple ink
my name alongside yours written across the edge of the page.
I write on everything and this isn't the first time 
I’ve found your name in my books
But, this was different, it was in my Bible.
next to the words of God.
I loved you so much I told God about you
I prayed for you.

I wrote down my feelings about you.
Seeing your name in this sacred place haunts me.
Because how could I be so wrong about a love that felt so right?
I put your name in my Bible along with my thoughts, hopes, & dreams.
Because I thought we were meant to be, supposed to last, that forever kind of love.
We did not and now we are past tense.
Now, I'm sitting here cutting your name of this page
Because it no longer feels like home.
It no longer belongs to me.
I still pray for you.
That’s how I know it was real.

                                    -- Kenda

      

My Poetry Corner XIV: Pieces I Cannot Finish

**2:36 a.m.**

In all honesty, you broke me to fix yourself
And where is the righteousness in that?

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**Choosing...**

That’s what love is
Consciously choosing each other every day
One day when it was time to choose me
You decided not to
That was the beginning of my end
And that’s really the saddest goodbye to a once great love story

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**Pieces**

There are parts of me that I can never share with another man
because I gave them to you
and you threw them away
discarded my pieces as if they were trash.

#31WriteNow: Message!

I've said "I'm ok" so much that the words carry no weight. 

They aren't heavy as they fall from my lips. 

The words mean nothing. 

It's just my automatic response. 

I don't always want to share. 

So, it's convincing enough to make people back off. 

"I'm ok."