Poetry....

I remember so much.

I remember how you pulled me closer.

I remember that first kiss, the first of many.

I remember the feel of your lips brushing against my forehead, my cheek, my hand, my neck, my chest, my lips.

I remember how happy I felt when I came back, without my makeup on, showing my face for the first time, and heard you call me beautiful.

I remember your fingertips brushing my cheek, as you told me how my skin was soft, how my hair was shining, how I was pretty, how I was, out of all the girls you've kissed, the best kisser.

But I'll never forget that one moment....

You kissed me with heat, and as you pulled away, I found myself looking at you in a way I never had before. For once, I looked at your eyes. I was staring into the depths of a beautiful sea green circle, an ocean captured in the iris of your eyes.

"What?" You asked me, uncertainly. I shook my head.

"Nothing.... I was just looking at your eyes." I said, softly. "I've never really given them a good look." You smiled and pulled me closer. 

"And?" You asked. I looked again. "They're bluish-green."I noted, and you nodded. I gave you the smallest of smiles. "I've always liked that colour." I paused. "What are my eyes like?" You looked into my own eyes, your gaze going deeper than I thought one possibly could. "Deep. Beautiful." 

I grinned. "I would've just said green, but okay." You laughed, and kissed me again, pulling me into your chest. We broke apart again, and you tucked my hair behind my ear.

"What do I taste like?" You asked me. I thought it over for a moment. Your delicate mouth didn't taste like any particular thing, it just.... tasted like I imagined it would. 

"I don't know. I guess... you just taste like you." I whispered. You nodded softly. "What do I taste like?" I asked, now curious. You pulled me close, until I could feel your warmth breath against my skin like a flame, and I felt your whisper before I heard it....

"You." 

Self Medicate

I always thought I was
Better than this
I always thought I was
Stronger than this
I always thought I was
Who I was.
But to see yourself,
You need to do just
A little more than looking
In the mirror everyday.
You need to go past
The skin deep appearances
Search for who you are
Deep inside
But I feel like I've been searching
And either I got lost
Along the way of my twisted
Psyche, or maybe I just
Can't recognize who I am
Anymore, I could just walk by
And never even know who
I was.
The fist squeezes in my
Mind, as your soft words
Echo in my head, I want so
Badly to listen, to obey
But, I can't help but think:
Will it bring back the old me,
Or will it just create another
Duplicate, another shell of
My former self-
If I choose to medicate?

Contact

That kiss
It was... unforgettable.
You kissed me with such
Softness, but although
You were so gentle, your two
Blushing pilgrims seeking
Refuge on my lips...
I felt fire behind your skin,
Behind your kiss, I felt
Tremendous heat building
In my heart, my soul
Screaming to catch flames
And blaze, burn into the
Raging inferno that I know
All too well it could become.
And the feel of that
Beautifully tender embrace,
The chemical attraction, reaction
Bringing our bodies together,
Touching, embracing, caressing..
And I still feel you.
I can still feel it all.
Every detail...
Every single touch.

-V.