You hold me, you take me in close, so close i can feel your breath on my neck. You forcefully lay me down on the bed. You know I like it. I give you that look and you know you need to take me now. We melt into each other. Intertwined between the sheets, it's hard to tell who's taken control. I scratch your back and pull you in closer, deeper inside me. Nothing else matters. Only this moment. We forget everything else and all we know is how to love each other. This language we know. We communicate well here. I lay you back and get on top. I usually like to be submissive but now I want to take control. I want to hold you down and take you the way I want. You give me that look as though you secretly enjoy being thrown around, you probably do. So passionate, attentive, and aware. Such clear communication, conversing so well without the need of words. After, you pull me in close, you wrap your big arms around me. We melt into the bed sheets. In the morning the sun light wakes us up. We make love again.
To no longer feel that dreadful feeling in the pit of your stomach. The feeling of uncertainty. The feeling of failure. The feeling of unhealthy attachment. The feeling of being alone. To finally get rid of that feeling and realize that you had it all along. It was always within you. No one else. You just had to look. No longer will you feel your world is over when it is time to part ways with someone you love. Since you know that each relationship has its purpose. No longer will you feel alone when you are alone because you are complete. You are beautiful. You are happy. You are loved. Now you can go give love.
She wakes up 12 years later into her marriage. Where has the time gone. She doesnt remember getting there. She and her husband do not speak the same language. Why hasnt she noticed that before. She meets a friend. They click. She takes the opportunity only to quickly leave with feelings of regret and shame. But she also felt pure excitement. She felt passion. She felt alive. She can still feel his lips on her body. She quickly dismisses this and soon feels ashamed. She resumes back to her normal life. From time to time something will remind her of this moment. No one can take that from her.
I want to be loved. I want to be accepted. I want to be myself. I want to accept everyone around me and I want to see the beauty in everyone and every thing around me. I want to wake up. I want to live. I want to appreciate. I want to see. I want to remember. I want to enjoy. I want to love.
Going through life feeling incomplete. Oh how tiring it is to search for wholeness in material possessions, the next job promotion, marriage, anything or anyone else but yourself. To constantly seek for something greater than what is, to be anywhere else but here. We are constantly searching. We are always moving and never present. Beauty is accessible to those who are willing to stop and see, to accept, to just be. No two moments are ever the same. Enjoy it while it happens.