My heart can’t stand the feeling
Being away for so long makes me scared
You make me feel safe
Happy, understood
I can talk to you, hold you
Stand in the middle of the room and just embrace
I can kiss you, your lips brush against mine
And I feel warm, loved
A simple embrace, makes me feel whole again.
You listen, and then you utter those words you swore you’d never say
And my heart stops, but just for a second
The silence that surrounds us cant be broken
We stare, without words in the air
And we know
It is real
For a little while

// Meeting, Met, Knew//

And then he spoke to me
My heart skips a beat
As he asks me these questions that have no meaning
Leading me on like a kid to a kitten
Promising food but never receiving
I fell in love quick, his eyes so kind so welcoming
Yet I knew it was an illusion
I let myself be drawn by beauty and kind words
Leaving my brain behind
Now, my heart aching after neglect
You come back, kinder
Kindling the fire that was once there
But burning yourself, because my brain has caught me
And what you’ve done will never happen again.

Deliciously Tasteless: Peace Out

shespeaksyvon:

Do I no longer deserve your attention?
Have the curves of my body gone straight?
Does the sound of my voice, that once,
like honey resting sweetly in your ears,
and beckoning like a siren’s song,
now ring, clanging and cacophonic?
Has my wit and grace fallen
like autumn leaves to the ground,

Deliciously Tasteless: I had offered myself to one that was far stronger than I could have...

shespeaksyvon:

I had offered myself to one that

was far stronger than I could have ever been.

Broken, I thought I would never find my way again,

for, I had wrapped my entire world in his smile.

A single message from him was like being kissed by the sun, warm.

Long after he decided I had no place…

Deliciously Tasteless: Pianist

shespeaksyvon:

His fingers glide over ebony and ivory keys, applying gentle pressure to each, caressing the notes like a slow and steady lover. Tender fingertips moving in unison to create melodies that surpass physical sensations, tip-toeing into the hearts of captive listeners. This man, with his methodical…

// Phone Etiquette//

heymissat:

Phone rings and 8th grade boy answers… 

“Hello, Miss At’s room, child speaking.”

Deliciously Tasteless: Stay

shespeaksyvon:

“Stay,” he says. He spoke the word in a single, lightweight breath, yet it hangs heavy in the room. I wasn’t going far, just to the kitchen. But ahh… to hear the word float from his lips and land on my heart. I become steel and the word pulls at me like a magnet. Of course I will stay. I will stay…

This one is for my babe

Deliciously Tasteless: I saw a picture of you today and the image was so jarring that...

shespeaksyvon:

I saw a picture of you today and the image was so jarring that memories of you started spilling from my pockets onto the floor. I was going to leave them where they lay, attempting to convince myself that they were worth no more than lint. But abandonment proved impossible. I fell to my knees in…

// Dirty //

shespeaksyvon:

Filthy hands
fondle flexed muscles
while mind-fucking
men with menacing intentions. 
Satin, silky thighs 
spread for invitations
to sexy safaris where
cream and sugar melt together
to make titillating concoctions
of musical moans
and bass bumping
bite marks. Baby girl is
deemed dirty for her deeds,
but she’s got a heart of gold.  

(via shespeaksyvon)

Its a mind game, just a mind game, and will always be a mind game