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It wasn’t an actual relationship. Actually, it was more like a beneficial agreement– an actual friends-with-benefits relationship. Actually, it wasn’t that either. In all actuality, it was two people eager for the touch of intimacy–no matter who it was actually from.

Posted By Desiree J On 12.23.2012 @ 11:31 am

I measured the distance between my hands and your piercing gaze. Though we seemed to be touching tendons, though we seemed to be within kissing distance, though we seemed to be able to clutch each other’s hands, we were distant by miles.

Posted By Desiree J On 11.14.2012 @ 11:33 am

Don’t be afraid to show me your teeth. Scream at me, shout at me, growl at me until your throat runs sore. I don’t need your nice guy tendencies to prove your worth; show me your anger to make me feel something.

Posted By Desiree J On 10.22.2012 @ 9:27 am

Various precarious situations, steadily taking my zealous attitude to a delirious one.

Posted By Desiree J On 10.03.2012 @ 11:19 am

Like a binding contract, I’m impossible to get rid of. I’ll be forever yours, stuck by your side through rain or shine.

Posted By Desiree J On 09.10.2012 @ 3:52 pm

Mmm, a spa retreat to relax the tendons I pulled stretching on the pillow-top bed with you. I need my back massaged; there was so much arching going on. Oh, yeah, my feet could use a good rub down from pointing at every orgasm. My knees may need a pumice stone to smoothe away the burns from the carpet.

Posted By Desiree J On 09.09.2012 @ 5:31 pm

So much water in my system…a body made of 70% water…but I still feel dehydrated. Why is that? It’s as if all the liquid life has been sucked from me through a narrow straw. I’m lifeless, full of dry holes.

Posted By Desiree J On 08.31.2012 @ 5:04 pm

She picked up the magazine and analyzed it. “Why are these women so thin? There’s a reason clothing comes in more sizes.”

Her friend just stared at her as if she was saying something incredulous. “Because every thing looks better in smaller packages, Jenelle.”

“But come on, Audrey, have you seen anyone closely resembling that and doesn’t walk as if a stick is up their ass? Maybe they’re embodying the stick.”

The girls laugh together but Audrey says, “Awh, that’s mean. Perhaps they like it that way. Perhaps that’s why the clothes they model aren’t for sale around here and cost thousands of dollars.”

Jenelle thinks about that for a moment. “So basically you’re saying that those with more to their physique are less inclined to buy expensive things?”

“No, I’m saying that this is just a image society has created and the designers use that image to sell their clothing. I’d still buy them; even if I had to rip the seams to fit into it.”

Posted By Desiree J On 08.29.2012 @ 11:26 am

I refuse to give in to your chestnut eyes that never once glance past me. I refuse to surrender to your cashmere-soft arms that hold me ever so dearly.

Posted By Desiree J On 08.27.2012 @ 11:55 am

Half of me planted against half of you. Shedding my troubles onto your wasting body, trying to fit us together as one. I share myself with you. I am you. You are me. Let us become whole, separate from the who we once were.

Posted By Desiree J On 08.22.2012 @ 12:12 pm

Comfort in a stranger’s land is hard to discover. Endless ants seem to crawl all over you; you don’t feel safe where you are. Adaptability. That’s what it takes.

Posted By Desiree J On 08.20.2012 @ 11:38 am

My secrets hang upon the tips of butterfly wings, migrating within a swarm into every depth of the world. When one drops, the others continue to pursue where they’re going. Maybe attaching them to the scales of fish would have been a better option. At least when a pescatarian meal is had, my secrets would be ripped to shreds by the teeth of stranger rather than floated into their palms by butterflies.

Posted By Desiree J On 08.03.2012 @ 6:23 pm

Black latex dripping down the walls, blood stained balloons garnishing the floor, rubber eyeballs speckling the ceilings. They’re just decorations. Fabrications of the darkness that seeps through my corrupted mind while I look upon the ghostly guests.

Posted By Desiree J On 07.16.2012 @ 3:54 pm

Your intentions seemed pure until you landed into detention–in my head. I’ve got you locked up for the trouble you rocked around me. You weren’t permitted to steal my heart, yet there you were, with a cart full of my emotional parts. And I won’t start of my physical trauma that your drama flowed through my veins. It must be karma, because I remember being the thief, until I learned my lesson.

Posted By Desiree J On 07.06.2012 @ 3:15 pm

I fall hoping this harness you’ve attached is strong. I can feel the the threads plucking away with every swing my body takes. There are no clouds or cushions below me–just your arms. Did you envision this would happen? Was this all a trap to get me to throw away all judgement and ache for your help? If so, it’s working.

Posted By Desiree J On 07.02.2012 @ 1:19 pm

It’s like sipping your words through a straw; they jumble, become intangible to repeat.

Posted By Desiree J On 06.13.2012 @ 2:16 pm

I’m switching styles. I need to file down my old ways and renew myself. Throw the bile out the window and clean up my act.

Posted By Desiree J On 06.11.2012 @ 11:18 am

“Let’s face it! We had a treaty with them and you broke it, ” he said with steam escaping his ears. “Well, what was I suppose to do?! It was life or death–” “It was selfish, that’s what it was,” he interrupted with. The situation had gotten out of hand and they had no idea how to control it. “Look, I can understand what you went through, but you should have came to me first!” She struggled to retain her tears. Confrontation was never her area of expertise.

Posted By Desiree J On 06.05.2012 @ 2:20 pm

The days get shorter, the nights get colder, but the grandeur of the architecture here in France distracts me from the weather. A country full of immense history and I decide to stare at the buildings. You don’t see places like this in the states, let alone Arizona.

Posted By Desiree J On 05.29.2012 @ 11:54 am

The heart-rate monitor continued to beep–and I continued to stare at your dying body. You’ll become a corpse in a few minutes but I can’t find it in me to reveal my secrets to you. I’m sure you can’t hear anything I’m saying, yet I still want to tell all.

Posted By Desiree J On 05.22.2012 @ 1:17 pm

Baseline. Base-jumping. Basin. Geez, I’m blank.

Posted By Desiree J On 05.18.2012 @ 1:15 pm

Ah, romance. The intimate linking between two similar beings–but then again, opposites do attract. Romance. Just thinking of the word brings scarlet swirls before my eyes, bulging cartoon eyes, and insanely puckered lips.

Posted By Desiree J On 05.16.2012 @ 12:22 pm

I’m lending you a piece of me. This you shall keep to remember me always, but I expect it back. Not because I’ll feel like you’ve stolen what is mine but because when I see what I gave up, you’ll be right there. You’ll be holding it, telling me that you took care of one of my million puzzle pieces. Every time that you leave, I will give you a piece of me to follow you.

Posted By Desiree J On 05.12.2012 @ 3:15 pm

Standing in an upright position, she began to scold herself in the mirror. She had written a speech to recite when she was feeling the pressure weighing on her.

Posted By Desiree J On 05.04.2012 @ 9:28 pm

When dealing with a difficult situation, you have to learn to separate your emotions from the task at hand.

Posted By Desiree J On 05.01.2012 @ 9:38 pm

I admit, I do not have a proper alibi for my whereabouts last night, but you can rest assured that I did not seduce him to death. I was not waiting on his hotel bed in my lingerie. I was not whispering eloquent nothings into his ear as his lips caressed my neck. I was not removing his clothing for better access to his chiseled figure.

Posted By Desiree J On 04.29.2012 @ 5:53 pm

I deflate like helium-filled balloons when you are near. It’s as if you stuck a small pin into my confidence and I start to slowly drift down, losing all courage to speak to you. I turned from the yellow balloon of delight to the somber blue.

Posted By Desiree J On 04.28.2012 @ 1:12 am

I could care less for a prince charming, give me a gladiator. I’d like to see him bare it all beneath fitted armor, selflessly helping me fight my battles.

Posted By Desiree J On 04.26.2012 @ 1:34 am

My lips –chapped after being deprived of your lips– ache for another burning sensation that your dancing tongue performs upon.

Posted By Desiree J On 04.25.2012 @ 2:47 am

The way you scorned me for my lack of admiration for anything you adorned me with was quite incredulous. Whilst you attempt to gain my attention buy spending your money on me, I sit back and think about us in a naked perspective.

Posted By Desiree J On 04.24.2012 @ 2:16 am