Come the King

Stand at mirror
left
right
front
back
all looks right
all looks tight
first date jitters
never thought
me
of all people
at this prospect.
Feelings
drawn
quartered
felt
before
eyes laid upon
know your voice
imprinted in my mind
commands to follow
breathless
waiting
wanting
smooth hair
hips
hands no where to go.
Doorbell rings
heart stutters
rapid beating
pulse
flaring
skin jumping
goose pebbled
one last glace
one last look
everything
nearly perfect
sultry smile
hooded eyes
pull door open
lean against
legs suddenly shaking
nipples erect
you
slide your hands into my hair
pull me close
our bodies fitting
pieces melded
your lips on mine
this……
this…..
whimper
collared
your babygirl
forever more.
 
Oct. 24/20
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Word of the Day Challenge #67-Untitled Poem

I am afraid.
None would think
to look at me
that there could reside
in my being
a fear so deep
a fear so intense
it causes me to overthink
to over analyze
with no definitive answer.
When the words cease to whisper
when the lines will not write
dread begins to rise
is it happening again
am I falling down the rabbit hole
unable to see
how much damage I am doing
but I am not
doing damage that is.
I walk the fine line
betwixt
normality
freakiness
murky needs hidden
please
I do not want to fall
I do not want to crawl at your feet.
I fret
I frown
I gnaw on my thoughts
unable to hold them clear
nervous I am
that insanity is calling my name.
Plastered smile
cheers
drink in hand
falling down
let me drown
that is all I am asking.
©Oct. 11/19
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