selfish now…
insatiable…
maybe…
i might show you my breast
because i’m thinking then maybe
you’d show me yours
i might tell you how i taste
then maybe you’d like to try me
again
and again
i may look at you slyly
invitingly
maybe then you’d come to me
maybe the tension is high
and you’ve had enough
maybe you’d rip
every article from
my trembling body
maybe you’d fling me
onto the bed
while you undress
look at me angrily
biting your lip
maybe i’d part my legs
then maybe you’d hurry
lay your body over mine
take your hand
run it across my
filthy mouth
smear my lipstick
make a mess of me
kiss me like theres beena thousand nights of hungering let me feed you nourish you maybe i’d beg you my naked body shamelessly on my knees maybe you’d make me earn it and make me do smutty things maybe i’d like it and it’d only make me wetter beg you louder maybe you’d slap my face and tell me i’m not ready yet and you’d torture me a while longer maybe i’d love it if you’d do all these things maybe it’s time we take it there i’m thinking maybe you want it too maybe.
funny things, those voids.
voids. you feel them as if they are quite literally holes. empty spaces where something should be. the heart. the mind. the body. will instinctively seek to fill voids. we become hungry when the body needs food. thirsty when the body needs fluids. the physical voids are easy to fill. but the mental and emotional voids are the most difficult. when your heart is craving love. when your body is yearning to be touched. there isnt a 24hr mini mart with shelves stocked with love and affection. when you are yearning for the embrace of a father that left you too soon. that void is forever unfillable. we sometimes satisfy our voids with fillers. temporary fixes to the deep dark endless voids within us.
i watch myself as if from the outside. reaching for things. grasping them as if they are the last. shoving them into my voids. knowing they are not what my heart. mind. and body need.
i have been putting cooking oil in my tank for some time now. fully aware that my shit will be smoking within a miles distance. but maybe at the end of that mile the real thing will be there waiting for me right? wrong! seldom is. and the void knows when its been filled with some imitation shit. it’ll spit it right back out, and give you the side eye.
funny things, those voids.
a sexless lie.
never in my life have i been in a more functional dysfunctional relationship. i have stopped trying to define it. i can only tell you it is both wonderful and wrong. it is healthy and toxic. it is comforting and disturbing. and the comfort-ability of it all makes me feel uncomfortable. we’re on we’re off. we’re hot we’re cold. we’re just all over the place.
my previous significant relationships were so different. they made me feel like a lady. would grab my hand to cross the street. keep me on the inside of the sidewalk. take heavy bags from me. tell me i was sexy. make me feel safe. i loved it. in fem/ag relationships there are these kinds of predetermined roles. i am completely aware that we are both women… so its not as if i would see my boo struggling with 5 bags and not grab some because i am the fem. lol… i am simply stating the small gestures that made me feel good.
in my previous relationships, sex was never an issue. we had the same sexual appetite. they learned my body. my likes. dislikes. i felt free to be myself sexually. ok so i cant be the only one who has a sexual alter ego. lol. kind of like how beyonce turns into sasha fierce. yeah. during sex i turn into someone else. i think im a porn star. a sex kitten. ok so thats another post all together. my point is that sex was never an issue, in a negative way. my partners have always made me feel like i was sexually desirable. there was no place or time that was off limits when the mood struck us. and if you are mine, and i am yours. i dont mind being a nasty whore for you. some ppl think its tacky. i guess it might be. but who the fuck cares? didnt bother me in the least being eaten out on the hood of my car in the parking lot of the hotel we had just finished fucking in. still one of my fondest memories.
present girl/time.
im not sure what we are anymore. but we are sexless. 1.5yrs sexless. now we have been somewhat intimate on two occasions during this period. but both times were because i initiated it. DOUBLE U – TEE – EFF? this has done major damage to my ego. but this lack of, i dont even know what to call it…doesnt stop in the bed. we’ll be walking… i’ll be talking…i will look to my side…. and she’ll be across the street. honestly it is moments like that, that make me feel like i am in the twilight zone.
“do you want me to carry that bag?” my thing is, why do you have to ask???? just take the damn bag. take some initiative…some control. FUCK! im not used to this shit.
Now i should say.
she is an amazing person. truly my best friend. i love her. she is loyal without doubt. trustworthy without question. selfless. she gets me. i dont think i have ever laughed harder with another. i can be 200% myself.
but there are issues. lots of them.
i’ve only had relations with black women. well except one… but that was just one night of intense sex… and she was half black. anyway SHEs my first hispanic girlfriend which offers me something that i havent experienced before. her family gatherings feel like home to me…like my own family…a mutual appreciation and love for all things latin. it feels nice. BUT she is also the first woman who isnt “aggressive.” i mean she shops in the mens department, but that does not a boi make. and this is a big thing for me. i love aggressive women. my last ex was a cop…holy shit…thats all im going to say about her. some times i would like to be the damsel in distress and be able to have my strong woman come to my rescue. i feel like the boi in this relationship…no no no…this is all WRONG.
more.
She likes when I do this thing. when I graze her skin with my fingertips. I do it of my own free will. At times she will request it. she likes when I stroke her hair while we watch TV. Again I do this without having to be asked. Ummm HELLO I have fucking skin. A bitch wants to be stroked too. I don’t want to have to ask. I want her to want to touch me. Why wont she. Make love to me. Fuck me. It is beyond frustrating. and painful to admit. I don’t want to feel untouchable. unfuckable.
*sigh*
i wanted to see Nights in Rodanthe. she didnt. so WE didnt. i didnt see LOTS of movies because they werent her “type” of movie. OK. i get it. BUT. you are in a relationship with someone who likes ALL kinds of movies (except some SciFi) so cant you compromise a little? its like the Bodies Exhibit…wasnt my thing…but she wanted to go… i entertained it. it didnt kill me. we have lots of differences. but for every negative, there are two positives.
but.
all that being said. what the fuck are we? best friends who live together? an asexual couple?
im lost. i’ve lost myself in this.
i think shes lost herself too.
so we’re both lost and clinging to something that feels somewhat secure?
it’s a sexless lie.
