sure.

you can see my palm.

only you took it
a step further.

you wanted to touch it.

you didn't ask
to touch it.

you wanted to see it.

you say look into your eyes
and lend you an ear.

as you persist to insist i
tell you about my past
with a tongue i'd rather not
share.

ok.

where do i start?

your index finger on my palm
gently swept across as if
breezed through thin air.

on a whim my mouth stares.

as my skin begins to create
little bumps.

i feel the pressures of what
it is you want.

it is not gold or money.

oil or honey.

the seriousness of what
would otherwise be funny.

you thought you saw me
in your wettest of dreams
cumming.

truth be cold.

i don't need shoes
to leap when i'm running.

i am gunning with lips
that sink battle ships.

i am cunning with this
evidence you need
i am shredding.

knowing you want more
than my psyche.

how do i say this
without being polite?

oh yeah.

right.

you are looking too deep.
staring at me when you
are asleep.

gnawing and clawing me
piece by piece

torn apart.

when all you really want
is whats burried deep
within this

heart.

Well said.and true..

This is awesome..

This is emotional and reminds me of a time of rejection. I can't help seeing deeply. I could not find that place that did not probe too far below the surface. It turned my friend away. He found someone who could be the coy that did not intrude. I love reading something that makes me think, pulls me into introspection like this.