Writing My Emotions

Peace...Oblivion is at my doorstep... Inches from my feet, my cold bare feet. The blood red nail polish, boldly contrasting my pale, cold, bare feet. I want to dip my toes into it, to see how cool and quiet it is. Its feeling so intoxicating as it wraps around me, and tugs at my very soul. I want it. I want it more than anything, to know that ecstasy that only peace can offer me. I want the silence and the freedom that go with it. But will it make me luminous? Will it make my heart beat fast in my chest? My breath quick and short? My cheeks flushed? My laughter rich? My eyes dance? My mind race? No it will not bring me that. There is only one that could offer such a gift, a gift of life. That one is Chaos.

You have skin the color of hot cocoa, That I want to sip and savor, Your eyes are rich, dark, fathomless, Lips I ache to taste; salty sweet, A disarming smile, Making my stomach quake and shudder, I have dreamt of your touch, How you will take my flesh beneath yours, Bodies arching toward clever fingers and gentle hands, Passion ensnaring; lust seizing, Sweat slicked skin against quivering muscle, My very being is withered without you , I yearn to feel your warm breath upon my cheek, To know your touch is near, I watch as the candles dance shadows across your face, Our hearts beat in sync with one another, I know you can never be mine, So I will take this moment, this ecstasy, this bittersweet pain, Close my eyes and breath a sigh of relief.