It is no secret that my journey in being and remaining celibate has been a struggle. It is also one that I ultimately lost a few battles with. At the time it was so easy to succumb to my most primal of desires. Sex is like a drug because it activates the same hormone pathways …
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I am in need of peaceful days and restless nights lost in the tangles of love’s clutches silhouettes dancing in candle birthed shadows soft, firm caressed as you take hold of my breath chest against my back warm sweet breath on my neck already I’m breathless hands running to breasts feet thighs gently massaging swiftly …
I would have posted this last month But May was just all too much for me. My older sister, who this poem is dedicated to, was murdered in 2005. Last month her birthday (44th), mothers day and my niece’s college graduation all happened within a matter of days of one another. I was a hot …