“She is not exactly wonder woman but nevertheless she is a woman full of wonders.”

What a pure and intimate thing – to be reading the words of another.

You calm my soul and set it on fire at the same time.

I don’t even have to read between my own line, the poetry speaks so loud and a little too clear.

Brushing teeth swallowing held back tears, this is not how we are supposed to be.

You know what would be hot? To get loved before you get fucked.

Even pretty words turn into ash while pouring out of an ugly mouth.

I want to see you naked stripped bare yourself in front of me and then you can take your clothes off.

All these candles unlit perhaps they too need to breathe you.

She won’t settle for being just another girl on your feed you know.

What about us who would like a piece of the soul served as an aperitif before we dig into flesh?

I want to see our demons complement each other for the rest of our lives.

What if last time felt so beautiful simply because it actually was our last time?

I know my worth it shouldn’t have to slap me in the face though.

Hug me from behind so we won’t have to stare the facts in the eye.

You deserve to be chosen undoubtedly over and over again not merely considered.

Your scent is one I want to know for the rest of my life.

Use to get fly, but now I get pelican.

He probably thinkin’ I’m in pain, but I’m really on game.

I don’t operate on fear, and I don’t let fear control me.

I’ve always considered myself a person of color.

Your story is what you have, what you will always have. It is something to own.

Do you. Wear what you want to wear. Be an individual. Be unique and live your best life.

She thinks she bad but I’m better.

I am just an old-fashioned girl.