My Mind movies are so vivid, so many scripts I’ve written, my eyes wide open, yet your half smile and dimple block my vision.
What is this moment? So sensual the blood flows down to my thighs while I envision your mouths proximity to my lips, your lips so smooth you can hear my wet lips whispering.
How did you know how to hold me and love me like this? As the plot twist my subconscious unveils the secret insecurities that embody the flaw that gives you the choice to choose me.
Which is reality? This passion and yearning spilling inside that has me mesmerized with the lies that the vibrations down my spine are deeper than the invisible scent of pheromones that has created this fruitful act.
Could this be anything beyond my inevitable dream where nature is fighting for my existence to exist beyond me?
Why than does my passion always exhibit pain? The entangled truth that my mind so cavalierly remastered; This old love story that I keep desperately trying to record over.
To have a second chance to claim stake to the man whose seed created me. He created the blueprint of maps that the opposite sex should use to whoo me-yet my first glimpse of a mans love were all deleted scenes. The psychological thriller where love is a chase after a void that could never be filled, so I fall in love with the elusive truth that feels like your breath on my neck and your arms as my sleeves.
Don’t fall in love, you say you can’t love me back, I search for you, your smile so familiar, your touch magnetic, your heart the star in someone else’s production. A big feature! Beautiful and song like, more of a documentary as you direct the perfect angle, starring you as the lead.
I give into the scent of failure perfectly wrapped in your package of passion. On our nest I lay, my mind in a daze, hypnotized by last night as I play us in my mind over and over. Each scene I breath more slowly, awaiting and anticipating a different ending.
In this fight against gravity, this battle to make someone else’s love fall in love with me. I lay so enticed as my mind creates the scripts where you; this time fight for me.
I fight to block the lingering scent of your cologne out of my subconscious where the aroma of you and the creation of us bask on my pillow. In my bed where the seed of you and those before you, continue the cycle to bare this barren fruit filled passion disguised as the real thing
‘this time’.
Diva Over-Night 