Truth?

Are you Ready?

Ponderings

Repetitive

"Always".
I word I hadn't anticipated but one that hit the very centre of me.
Simply because it is what I've felt.
"Everytime"
And I am guilty again.
It is me.
The problem is.
I search blank eyes looking for the answer and get thick, tangy molasses in return.
"Always"
"Everytime"
Harsh but seemingly true.
So I am silent.
The feelings behind the sadness lost in the sounds of half drunk patrons and violent, self righteous London.
I wander into the silence alone.
Gritted teeth and sick stomach.
Accusations hissed at my back.
I will stay where I am supposed to and not stray again.

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Dream Sweet Sweet Dreamin'

Late nights and long days.
You greet me secretly.
Soft brown skin waiting for me.
Warm and soft.
Strong and soft.
Smooth and soft.
I smile.
Would it be too cliché to say that I had a feeling?
My thoughts as I floated down the last balcony or tiredness were filled with contemplations of how nice it would be if your heat was there…
Waiting for me.
I open the door and a familiar smell is waiting but signs of you are not present.
I brush the buzzing thoughts away and take off my shoes.
Silly me.
Sleep calls me and as I prepare to find her I see you.
Unexpected but very welcome.
Cold light brown skin climbs hungrily, hurriedly beneath covers.
I smile.
This is what I want.