Restriction

Restriction is a strange beast
If you tell me "not to..."
I'll assume that the subject matter
is murky enough that it requires direction.

However, if you tell me "not to..."
I'll assume that all the nots
are clearly enough defined
that further inquiry is not necessary.

If you tell me "not to..."
I'll assume that all else is acceptable.

If you tell me not to touch here,
I'll assume that touching
there, there, and/or there
is a perfectly fine way to go about things.

If you tell me not to drink the red,
I'll assume that the
white, pink and clear
are around for free game.

If you tell me not to turn it off
well, I'll assume that unplugging is also off limits.

I'll always be here to toe the line.
Restrict me in all or none,
because if you aren't totally clear,
I'll take my assumptions and run.

Neither Both Or the Other

I swing wildly between
"I love you so much, I want to spend the rest of my life with you!!"
to
"What the hell am I thinking??"

I cry myself to sleep
I bawl in the shower
I cry when you're holding me
I sob when you're not.

I love it when you touch me,
squeeze me.
Then I forget who you are for a moment
and drift away.

Away, to things that have been.
Away, to things that could be.
Why isn't this that?
That could never be this.

Why is one so wrong,
both so right,
neither so fulfilling.
That is so wrong.

Laptop Intimacy

My laptop and I just became much more intimate.
I stripped it down to its bare necessities,
fondled its parts,
and gave it a blow job on the kitchen table.

I love you. I hate you.

I love you. I hate you.
I don't like dragging you in circles.
I want to hold onto you and push you away.
I want to rip you from my life and talk to you at every second.
No, I don't have a plan.
No, I don't know what to do or what i am going to do.

Power

When its been denied you,
the right to say no,
the chance to hold back
is power held within

Warm Stone, Bare Feet

Warm stone.
Cool on bare feet.
Waning sun,
scattered across my face.
Purring feline,
fuzzy on my skin.

Sensations abound.
Sit and soak.
Close my eyes.
Listen.

Reactionary

I am a reactionary.
I do what gets a rise out of you.

I touch you not because
I like touch
I touch you
because it makes you

Makes you happy
Makes you do things
Makes you do stupid things =)

so dangerous, so lovely

so dangerous
so lovely
i want to touch you, hold you.
so dangerous
so lovely
i want to be the one next to you
i want to take your hand and know it'll be okay
so dangerous
so lovely
the things that are not allowed
should not be alone
you're so dangerous
because we're so lovely

Near You

I crave your body.
I crave your heat.
Just to lie next to you.
Not to be touched by you,
but just to touch you,
be near you.

I want to be in your company.
Anywhere.
Just to be near you.

Hugs

What is it with these people
always wanting to hug me.
Do you feel it necessary to touch
everyone you come in contact with?
Can you not feel the awkwardness,
the tension? when you touch me.

I oblige you
I let you touch me,
my sacred property.
I 'hug' you.

What would you do,
how would you respond?
if I resisted.
Backed away &
stuck out my hand for a shake.
Would you then oblige me?
No, you'd call me out on it
and pull me in for a tighter
Hug.

Longing

I long for a gentle touch.
Just to know someone cares.
Wrap your arms around me,
Just let me cry.
I don’t want you,
I just want to know
that someone wants to care.