Sex With Me

~~What is celibacy?~~

The Child We Never Had

We made love a few times.

We imagined our DNA blended.

We spoke about the traits that we felt our baby would inherit.

We dreamt about love that our child would be showered with.

But you, my love, trashed everything we had – you dismantled it and expected to keep parts. The parts that you felt complimented your life.

No.

I could not allow that.

I removed my own heart before you had the chance the trash that too.

The child we never had, is a child I’ll create without you.

Crow: Forgive Me, Maybe?

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iWrite

I write each day.

I write my way.

I write to say, that I said what I say.

I write because our universe inspires me.

I write to manifest new realities.

I writing to open up my destiny.

I write for you and only you because you believe in me.

Pain

Pain is when you feel the pinch deep within your soul.

Pain is numb when love dies, and your life is abandoned in the cold.

Pain is walking away from words spoken but never told.

Pain is dramatic and intense when it first hits.

Pain is beautiful and hated ever since.

Pain is my life when friends turn to foes.

Pain is the lies trusted humans once sold.

Pain is barbaric, catastrophic and cosmic.

Pain is temporary, explosive and static.

Pain pierced deep within my blue heart.

Pain is my period; middle, end and start.

Pain is peace when silence brings you down.

Pain is Queen Unique, sporting a blue pen in her crown.

Chocolate

Brown.

Sweet.

Wrapped up treat!

Creamy.

Dreamy.

Mmm…Earlier today I had a bar of chocolate.

I ate it slowly.

Crow: Bravo

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2 Weeks Tomorrow

It’s weird, I know.

I hadn’t given up on the idea of a wonderful relationship with you.

I hadn’t even thought about the dreams that came true.

I left two weeks ago tomorrow.

I gave up on the lie with you.

Hit the Brakes!

We lusted for a day or two, maybe seven if the reader needs rounded figures.

We kissed lightly on our first date, he was shy and I was curious.

We fornicated on our third date – Yes! Oh, yes! To be a sinner is? Unknown to me.

We never declared our love verbally, as you drowned in the role-play of our sea.

Object: The Notebook

I’ve had the pleasure of seeing you on a frosted glass shelf. A beautiful hue of blue sparking in my line of sight. I picked you up and opened you, read the blank lines down a few pages. I envision my words written in blue ink, short-stories, random quotes, poetry and whatever you think.

The first page on the inside was a subtle marine blue, reminded me of our ocean and depths of each blue hue. I love the colour blue, so I pick you up and buy you. I take you home and sign Unique inside you.

The date is today and today is special like yesterday, I’m alive! I’m thankful for our universe. I write a few sentences along your light blue lines.

RISK!

Living is a risk we all take every day, my notebook is my notebook and as long as I live, I’ll write away.

The Bear & Biscuits

I saw a bear in a cottage rummaging through a jar of biscuits.

I watched on through the kitchen window, admiring the glass jar and how it holds the biscuits within its body.

The bear smelt my sweet aroma, for I had honey all over my face. I had only gone outside to put the bins out, I’m sure I was gone for only a minute. My phone had buzzed and I checked a comment made on www.dameunique.blog heard a noise and turned to head back to the kitchen. However, as I came closer to my kitchen window and saw the most serial image. A bear eating biscuits from a glass biscuit jar. They were delicious raspberry and white chocolate cookies.

For 13 minutes, I stared through the window of my own kitchen, at this beautiful animal. Delicately stealing cookies from my jar of biscuits, only the cookies! The bear left the other biscuits; custard creams, bourbon creams, jam rings, rich tea, chocolate digestives and surely biscoff.