A Tale of Attachment

Just the world, sex and love as I see it.

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You Poppin G

[mothergoddessslut]

Submission is an art form

Sometimes ugly in its manifestation

But always beautiful

The ways we kneel at each other's feet

Strong spines flexing

To meet

The will. The commands.

The needs.

And how our hands can grip so tight.

Hanging on to be led.

In the spirit of being fed. My mouth opens wide or you.

And these words and ways of being yours drip From my lips.

My hips spread and lift.

Opening softness as you sink in. Passages. Testaments to passionate fulfillments.

My heart pours. Bleeds. Beats.

Emptying to be filled by you.

I believe in WE

Submitting

As if there were nothing left.

Nothing else that mattered.

After we've stretched

The torn fabric of us the only cover we had against dark and cold.

And that can be ugly at times.

But there's something beautiful in being to say MINE.

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The Art of Submission

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For every rainy day

I try to remain solid

Reciting mantras of shit that's positive

You can only be concerned with the things you can control

And controlling

What's mine.

Taking cards I'm dealt in stride

But when that which I control

Rises up and consumes me

A power that unfolds

Discomforting. Shaking me.

I get stuck

In that rainy day

Drenched

No words to say

I just want to be solid. Unmoved and unnerved by biting winds. Not swept up in the tears of the places I didn't win.

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Solid.

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The moment I wrapped your initial around my neck

I claimed you as mine

I told everyone. Pointed you out. You that see that fine Negro over there. Yeah that one.

He belongs to God... And then me. Only

And you thought I was playing.

Seeking to scratch an itch. A tickle.

But I been digging you since we was little.

And I didn't have much of a childhood. So playing... I didn't do.

I approached with the seriousness of legally binding agreements.

This ain't no fairy tale. Magical yes.

But ain't no fairies fluttering around sprinkling glitter on our indiscretions, righting our wrongs, moving us beyond Indecision.

We've built on top of some hard learned lessons.

And I smile when I see clearly the ways God kept us.

Protected us.

Cradled us in grace.

Maintained the fabric of us so that even after thousands of days of having not touched your skin I could still be amazed.

Impressed.

Look at you and remember only us.

I'll wear you around my neck. Your name at the center of throat.

You can do the same.

I relinquish that to you. My name.

This is a love story. It has sequels and prequels , epilogues , dedications , footnotes and hidden typos. It’s handwritten. Beautiful calligraphy.

And in it. There’s a beginning.

I claimed you.

That’s it.

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Claimed.

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Late night at the fair

The ground wet from early afternoon rain

And sticky from fallen cotton candies and spilled soft drinks

Your arm draped around my shoulder

Your finger occasionally tapping my gold hoop earring

And as much as I hate crowds and lines

I look up and see peace in your eyes

Your gaze settled on something forward

Beyond us

Perhaps the light of the carousels

Or maybe the big moon, show stopper of this night

I think to myself this is just fine

Any moment away from the space where anything can go wrong is always right

So I wrap my arm around your waist

Pull you in tight

You look down and there it goes again

Peace

In your smile.

I ask you to win me something.

Any something will do.

But you, relentless in nature. king of hearts.

Already a winner.

Your smile amidst the crowds and lines.

The time just floats by like bubbles popping gently on our faces.

So beautiful I forget to even care

And before you know it we are leaving with the biggest teddy bear there.

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Late night at the fair.

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Timelines

I'm happy with this timeline.

The one which I've sowed a million mistakes

To reap a harvest of shining beads of grace

The sheer magic of falling in love all over again

Like the first time

But this time a more refined version

Still raw edged

Still me

Still you

But coming back after all this learning

Jumping right into this timeline

Illustrated by the fine lines that crease by my eyes

And corners of mouth

As my smile takes over

I'm happy with it.

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Timelines.

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Ordinary Love

I want to move the needle with you.

Like magnets gliding against old vinyl. Spitting out smooth yet crackling tones.

Spinning. Spinning. Into a tune.

I want to push the envelope with you.

Risking it all, risking a fall. Boldly standing in the face of fire and Spitting out "our fire is greater." Not blinking in the hot flames.

Our chests out. Our pride the same.

I want to be cliché with a you. A series of ordinary and sweet phrases. They make me blush. You spitting game. I always want to be taken by you.

Everything is quite simple, with you.

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Ordinary Love

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Selfless

I thought that if i broke my back from bending and compromising. Your fantasizing would find a home and settle on me. When I was whole and joints moved free.

I thought that after you walked over my limp body you would extend your hand to lift me. Holding my head steady.

Supporting my neck like a baby.

I thought if I went every which way you would say and never strayed, grounded at your heels, panting to keep up,

You would hold my hand at the end of the tunnel and walk next to me one day.

I thought if I were my true self and gave all of that self to you, you would feel as if you had ten times the wealth.

Maybe you would thank me for sharing.

And return my gift with just a piece of you. Or perhaps an ounce of caring.

But I was wrong.

You keep taking.

I keep singing broken hearted love songs.

A martyr of myself.

Woe is me. I've lost me in the giving.

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To be selfless

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In preparation for loss... I just want to live

Loss is a part of this life

That we sign up for once we are spit out

And told to live

In preparation for the one day

That life escapes us

Whether it in the form of our own

Coming to a head and popping

Spreading glittery confetti into the ones who mourn us

Or the other type. The dark kind that suffocates our mind because we thought we had more time to tell them...

In preparation of loss

I just want to say

I will not live a life in which love escapes me

Inadvertently

I will deliver it

Intentionally

I will love you

Relentlessly

And the day life decides to just get up and walk away

You will know

That there was nothing

You did not know

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I just want to love you.