She Said

still a queen

Photo by Shelby Miller on Unsplash

If you don’t trust me, then I will disappear…disappe a r… app e a r…ear — Oxymoronic loaf — be her now — with me/in me/as me
Seeing me has never been enough, though — to satisfy my desires —

Sure I like you ok— while you lazily rest within your own gaze, I suffer —

I bleed
I want
I need

Some divine play in the making — this soul mate of mine
Part wildebeest — sense alive, intense and hungry
Part satiated glutton — playing only to lick your fingers in satisfaction
And yet another part dusty, faint fairy godfather come from a faraway land

Come closer
A hopeless chase
Closer even

A forgotten dance

©Annine Massaro, 2021 All rights reserved.

Thank you J.D. Harms — your the 😎est

I took this as a chance to play internally with the balancing of the seemingly not so divine feminine and masculine energies 😉

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