My ‘Secret’ Desire…

This is me, No Filter.
Many Emotions

Can you see me? That is what I’m asking. Are you too busy with so much mundane tasking?
I yell for you to look.
I’m screaming inside my chest for you to notice me.
How can you not simply see, what it is I want you and me to be?
When we first met I thought you were cute. You even flirted back. Not one to stay mute.
Day, weeks, and months have gone by. You caught me falling before I got too high.
People talk and whisper behind our backs. Wondering if we’ve committed the unspoken sin.
I get butterflies when I know I’m going to see you. Being with you for a few hours a day sometimes isn’t enough for me.
I want to be greedy and keep you for myself.
Fuck em’ and let them watch.
Maybe inside they are really jealous of the friendship we have started. If they weren’t two faced then maybe they’d really know. Exactly what it is we are trying to show.
I have these awesome feelings I haven’t had in years. If you only knew how close I was to shedding fucking tears.
We aren’t in love or anything like that. Don’t get me confused. It’s lust not love.
The sensual feelings you stir up from the pit of my stomach down to my sweet spot you have yet to sample. My nipples becoming hard, perky and ample. Ready for your touch or your mouth either one.
I’ll let you have all of me except my heart. I can’t get my feelings involved. Could you imagine the shit that would cause?
When we look each other in the eyes…it’s us we see. Not our insides. They hate because they don’t know. They hate because it’s not them. Chill out and kick back. If they chose to act grown then let’s watch them perform. How you’d love to bet they don’t stand by shit they say or do.
I hear them chatter when your away. Things they say are to our dismay. I’m married but secretly like you. Your partner is a complete and utterly senseless bitch. She holds you to no regard and is disrespectful when it comes to you.
Your not happy and admit so unwittingly.
Could I really blame you? (With a partner like that?)
Hell no!
Why would I even try? It would only hurt my heart and make me cry. I’ve shed enough tears to last one a life time.
Trust me when I say the bitterness is more sour than a lime.
We both deserve more than the lives we are living are offering either of us. I don’t mean to sound so insincere. It’s been heavy on my mind. The things I hold for you inside my head. I’ll never speak them aloud. They are just for me right now.
Maybe it’s for the best. That way shit doesn’t get complicated.
Am I only living inside my head to entertain my thoughts?

By tallgirl07

I have always loved expressing myself through words. I have been a bookworm since I started reading I think. So expressing myself through writing has forever been super easy for me. Now if I could just teach everyone who didn't know how, how to read, then they'd be able to read all the fascinating literature out there. I'd go crazy if I couldn't curl up to a good book on a rainy day if I wanted to. I work with the public. So I was outside a couple days ago typing away on my 2nd hand chrome book, and a nice gentleman started conversation about how long it took to charge. I said not long for an older model. He said he knew, about the older model I was working with. I proceeded to tell him I was trying my hand at writing a book. He turned out to be an avid bookworm himself. He gave me nothing but encouragement to finish the book. I like to tell myself I can do anything. But we all know how some people should just stick to their profession, well I'm gonna keep trying. I won't stop until I know without a shadow of doubt I can't succeed. Then maybe I'll put my pencil down, or in my case now, close my chrome book for good. Something tells me I won't have to just yet though.

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