The undoing

Awkward moments

Long silences

Afraid to say the wrong thing.


A storm brewing in my stomach

Nerves

Worried

About the future

Did I make the right decision?

Is this what I want to do?

Is this where I want to be?


No Family

Close

No friends

Close

Just me

New faces

New me?


They say it’s just a number

But

It feels like a lot more

I feel

Not enough


Not women enough

Not worthy

Of this

Of her

Of you

Of love.


Maybe I should be

More feminine

More make up

Hair done

More effort

That’s what they like,

Right?


Curves

My body

Me?

But not the real me

The pretty me

The one you can lay with tonight

And forget tomorrow.


He finds me 

In places I didn’t think possible

He works so passionately

Slowly

But not too slow

Ecstasy rising

He made me 

Touch heaven

I felt it

Deep inside

It was sweet

Not like honey

Heavenly

Better.

The feeling of multiple orgasms.

I cum to my senses.


The reality of 30

3 decades of 

Not feeling enough.


Hoping the rest of the years

Will be years of self discovery.

Love

And being wholeheartedly

Unashamed

Unapologetic 

Me

Wherever she is.

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