Hypocrascy

Hey you, intolerant judgemental asshole. I see your ring, it glints in the candlelight. Whilst you stare at me with hunger in your rapacious eyes, where are your wife and your three daughters tonight? Whilst you are out partying and drinking with your attractive single female friends and your wingman? Whilst you spout your abhorent thoughts on the unacceptability of divorce and homosexuality, where is your family? If I were to tilt my head a little that way, to smile at you a little more, to allow the glint of seduction into my eyes, would you meet me in the bathroom? In your world, I wonder if it would be acceptable to fuck another woman while your wife and daughters wait for you at home. I wonder if you are happy, sitting there gloating about your life while thoughts of another's supple naked flesh dance around your brain. The concept makes sense to me as I believe that we are not meant to be monogamous or to tie ourselves down. However, I also believe in honesty first and foremost...complete honesty. So, you are entitled to your opinion, whether I agree with it or not. But if you have chosen the path of family and home and marriage, remain on that path or make another choice.

Contradiction

drifting
lonely consciousness
streaming, floating
mind absent, yet present
alone, yet surrounded
I am myself, yet other
worlds unite and collide
pain
abysmal yet intoxicating
I crave and abhor
lost and alone
walking the dark path
illuminated before me
take my hand,
walk with me
challenge me
validate me
push me over the edge
words tinged with soul,
sensuality,
lust,
sex,
obsession
searching for...

Acceptance

I dream of love.
I dream of lust.
The little girl that once was is dead.
Innocence torn away abrubtly and with finality.
Her memory lives, but she is no more.
Door shut on the past,
though it is what shapes the future.
Having accepted that I am,
with all my twisted tendencies, me.
Who knew?
Romantic notions exist within.
I am simply a woman.
Who dreams of a man.