for the thrill of it

lust over love is your mindset, oh you haven't felt pleasure yet.
you confused me and amused me with desires I had never felt- sweat.
a different kind of threat, one that burned with sin and impulse. wet.
this is something new, i like that it scares me.
slow down, i don't even know if i'm ready.
but baby, give it up sweetly.
keep it on the down low, we don't want this to get messy.
Convicting thoughts flee when you touch me there
darkness covers the light of my conscience, you strip me bare.
what am i doing? my skin's getting hot
I know I'll regret this but it's too late to stop
dim the lights, take it off, the clock is standing still
i feel your passion, your fingers, your touch
i'm doing this for the thrill

in times of anguish

It hurt.
The depths of her stomach ached as if someone took a knife and stabbed her.
She continued to bawl.
The tears refused to stop falling from her frosty cheeks, as she felt the pain of 7 years unfold within.
It had been bottled up far too long and pushed to the back of her mind.
What was angering was that none of it was her fault.
She never would have chosen for things to be this way.

Looking up to the sky, the only thing that could ease the misery was a cry for peace,
An unfathomable need for release and silence.
As she embraced the present moment and allowed one more tear to descend, it was done.
Numbness fell upon her in a state of tranquility that enabled her to move on with her life.
She would no longer lament about that nights' heartbreak but rather steer clear of the darkness and fix her eyes on what's ahead.