Transparent Walls

Admiring someone from behind
these transparent walls
only adds to the guilt
of strengthening them.

Just when I start
to have hope,
like others before
I watch them give up and walk away.

If only it were obvious
that it wasn’t meant
to keep anyone away
nor is it my prison.

To help ease the pain,
I find a way to reinforce
the damage they did
for the next person to try.

I’ve convinced myself,
after so many failed attempts,
that I’ve closed-off my heart
when I’ve had it open this whole time.

I don’t need someone
to save me—
I want someone strong enough
to need me.

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Bedroom Battle Scars

I’m not a knight
that most women dream of having
or what some people
aren’t used to seeing.
Doffing my armor,
let me “show and tell” you
about my bedroom battle scars.

At first glance,
you’ll notice the singes
from hand-prints that once
scorched my chest.

Along my abdomen,
passed the many wax burns,
are two sets of initials—
permanently etched 
and burdened to carry.

Looking at my wrists,
you’ll see healed bruise marks—
having been rubbed raw from
being hand-cuffed or tied down. 

Born with a
bullseye beauty mark
on my bottom lip,
it’s an obvious target 
that’s been gnawed
and preyed upon.

While you’re there,
take a look at my neck.
It gives me chills
thinking about
all the bite marks
that once excited me.

Turning around,
you’ll see angel wings
scratched across my shoulder blades.
It’s not as prominent
on the small of my back
or behind my thighs
but there were a few.

Each scar has its story 
and they’re not fairy tales.
I’m a knight forever bound to her fire.
The hotter, tougher,
rougher, and wilder—
the better my skills 
will remain a myth to many. 

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Mornings with You

I’d braid your hair
with the rays of morning.
I would tie it up
with the dawn-colored ribbons
from the clouds 
while breathing in your amber.
I would hum a tune
so the birds can sing for you.
I would cherish
your morning dew eyes,
glistening from the sunrise,
when they look into mine.

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Writer and Reader Rendezvous

I like having you all to myself
when we meet like this.
But I need to remind you
that it can get pretty dangerous.

The way your eyes
taste my words like candy
is something undeniably
sexy to me.

Perhaps it’s better that
we meet like this.
What I would give
to feel the chill on your skin
from one neck kiss—
caressing your body
with feathered fingertips.

Slow down.

Let’s take this slow.

What can I do
to keep your attention?
Admit that your my
secret obsession?
Maybe I can whisper
what you want to hear?
I’ll do it better—
how about I nibble it all on your ear.

I don’t mind being
your little secret
as long as you’re
okay with it.

I like having you all to myself
when we meet like this.
But I need to remind you
that it can get pretty dangerous

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