Obsession

Her face.

Her face is all I see.

Everywhere. Everywhere. Everywhere.

That cute child; I swear She must’ve looked like that when She was a toddler.

That woman with auburn hair ; She will look like that in 10 years time.

That girl in that hair product billboard; her warm chocolate eyes are the exact replica of Hers.

Oh, I can’t wait to see Her face, run the tips of my fingers on Her smooth pale skin, feel Her heart beat faster against my chest, caress the insides of Her mouth with my tongue.

I shiver at the thought and I feel a hint of a smile tug at my lips. I hurry home.

One more corner. Three more steps. A key to the doorknob. A twist, a couple of steps to go inside, a door closing, a lock bolting.

I drop the grocery by the door, eager to finally, finally, see Her. I make my way to my room.

I sigh. There She is.

“You look so glorious. My angel,” I say to Her.

She’s on the bed, lying on Her back, Her pale skin uncovered, magnificent and absolutely mouth watering. Her arms are spread like wings on Her sides, Her wrists fastened to the bed post with the reddest ribbon, Her hair in perfect disarray. I shiver again.

My feet step closer to Her, my hands reach for Her, my eyes drink the wonderful sight of Her. I wipe my drool with my shirt.

I carefully climb the bed, afraid to disturb Her sleep. Oh, the fun we had last night. Her screams were muffled but some still escaped and those that did still rang in my ears like a melodic song.

“Wake up, sweetheart,” I whisper when I’m completely hovering above Her. I brush my knuckles under the curve of Her breast.

She stirs, blinks two times, looks up at me, and holds in a breath. I smile.

“P-please,” Her voice cracks and I savor it, every note of it. “Please let me go…” She whispers.

“I told you last night, honey. You only have to say your name and I’ll let you go,” I say in my most convincing voice. She shakes her head. I am glee and laughter and ecstasy.

“Then we’ll have another round of last night and you know how I adored you, savored you, devoured you,” I say as I run the tip of my nose down Her jaw to Her collarbone. She lets out a sob.

“You only have to say it.”

A tear slips out of Her eye and I catch it with my tongue.

“Say ‘I am Yours'”.

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The ignored companion

I am your shadow;
I am wherever you are
But you can be without me

I am your shadow
People see me through you
They dont declare my presence though

I am your shadow
Your friends become my friends too
Although smile is the only thing we do

I am a shadow
I exist and I can be seen
But to matter, I have never been

The Best Analogy

Both love coffee
He is the bitter cold coffee
She is the sweet and creamy

Both like rain
He pours on a cold night
She pours when the sun is bright

Both want sleep
He is a good afternoon nap
She is the long night sleep gap

Both took geography
He could be the south,
While she—the north.

Both had physics
Opposites attract
By a magnetism fact

Both are under the same sky
One could be the sun
The other—the moon

They might never be together
And generations go on
But eclipse happens, however.

Un-Me

Once in a blue moon,
I’d do things differently.
I’d have someone braid my hair.
I’d paint my nails black.
I’d joke constantly
And laugh till I’m gasping for air.

Once in a blue moon,
I’d do a prank or play a trick.
I’d lie and deceive.
I’d tickle you for no reason.
I’d be mad in an instant
And be sweet in the next.

Once in a blue moon,
I’d contemplate on life.
I’d question creation.
I’d stare into space.
I’d wish for things to be different
And be content for it to stay the same.

Once in a blue moon,
You’ll witness a different part of me.
You’ll ask yourself if I am who I claim to be.
You’ll tilt your head and wonder.
You’ll be surprised or be confused
But still accept me for who I am.