Category: sensual

Love Loan | Returning the Favor

If I borrow you my love
will you return it
battered and bruised
tormented and used
or will you cherish it?

drawing of meLoving me like
we’ve been
for ages
when it’s really only been moments
in each others thoughts

If I allow you to let me come in and sit for a while
just enough to make you smile
will you let me leave

or will this
innocent effort of kindness
passion and mindlessness
be too much to let go
once you know

I know of the pain you speak
and I too feel the void you wish to seek
though I’ve not yet found it myself
the hope of it haunts me

my realities have become fairy tails
and my daydreams my reality
I create heroes and halos from recycled matter
than have no home

this gives me solace
when I can’t find my way
helping others throughout their day
allows me purpose in a world of my own
where even the youngest appears full grown

a pleasant Distraction
yearning for satisfaction
not my own
I feed myself
by fulfilling your hunger

If I borrow you my love
will you return it
feeling that you owe me
with interest?
You’ve already paid

It’s actually me that’s returning the favor

© DaraMonifah

Can I use you?

I introduced myself with my eyes…and he put his things down to listen. The
seriousness of my brow alerting him that he’d better sit down for this one.

I know I’m out of his league, but yet still… my determination to get what
I want always seems to ignore those specs… before I change them.

I ask him his name, and for a minute he doesn’t know how to reply. Then as if
someone reminded him, he spits out a melody sung out to him by his mother as she
nursed him during infancy. Sweet melody that I repeated to myself eyes closed and then
out loud for him to hear roll off of my lips. He behaved as if it frightened
him, how I commanded the letters to sing out his name for my own
entertainment, but I reassured him in an immediate smile afterward, that I
was just enjoying the beauty of his mantra.

I thought to myself as I looked him up and down…
and inside out…
what am I doing?
But I
couldn’t stop myself.

You see I have this weakness…
and I know it, but
it’s addictive.

Some call it being a spiritual succubus…
I just call it,
enjoying the finer things in life…


Internal Struggle

I can’t sleep.
The feeling, the thoughts, the memories… The full moon, keep waking me

I don’t want 2 relieve myself, though the urge is definitely present

Sometimes its better to wait
Allow yourself to remain hungry
The feeling alone is deliciously satisfying… To a point
Oh, Mr. Mister what am I allowing you to do to me?
In times like these are when I appreciate being of the female form…and also being an artist

Sensuality, creativity and a healthy imagination are such a comforting combination


But the question keeps creeping to the scene… Will it be sufficient to keep me from frantically finding somewhere to allow you to …penetrate my walls?

Though I have welcomed you to the door, my defenses are still up high… Well, medium high and I’m still not sure I really want to let you in.

Be it natural intuitive caution or simply fear of so easily giving you the key to everything I keep sheltered inside… Are you even worth it? Can I maintain a disconnect and keep you confined to specific chambers of my mind, heart, body and spirit? Will I even need to? Do you know your place better than I? Is my intellect running away with me again? Disrupting pure, innocent desire from being fed in the name of self-protection? It’s not that serious, my body says, just give in, you won’t regret it.

Will I? Is it worth the risk? We knew it was coming, where are your thoughts leading you? Or are you somehow detached and simply awaiting the possibility of the opportunity, should you be offered it.

Too many questions…over thinking again. Can’t let my defenses down just yet. Keep it simple. ‘Stick to what you know.’ Appreciate the dependable, accept the normal and save face. In other words, …punk out.

I appreciate his beauty too much to taint it with my stained walls. Let him be. Don’t play the game if you can’t afford to lose fairly and with a defeated smile…able to walk away in content.

Just out the phone down and go back to sleep. Reality awaits you in the morning when this beautiful Mama Kia sets and Ra arises. Rest and ready yourself for the nu day rising. You are stronger than you believe to yourself. Have faith, patience is rewarded. Return to your Taoist mind… It is where you are most at peace.