Nothing Left to Say

Nothing Left to Say

 

He used to never beg for me to stay
He used to hold me from night til day
He used to say this was more than play
He used to only smile my way
He used to watch my hips sway
He used to grab me in the hallway
He used to leave his lust on display
He used to feast on me like a buffet
He used to treat me like I was gourmet
He used to demand foreplay before the entree
He used to be the happy ending to my bad days
He used to tell me I gave him a heartache
He used to find any and every way
He used to call me his sexy little sweet thang
He used to talk about his dreams and “somedays”
He used to call me his refuge after his work day
He used to slow wine me like smooth sounds of reggae
He used to come back for more like an instant replay
He used to promise he could never go astray
Until yesterday….

We used to come together every night Monday thru Sunday
We used to write our passion on the walls like an essay
We used to rip our clothes off at the doorway
We used to make love until we couldn’t think straight
We used to meet each other halfway
We used to ignore the gossip and the hearsay
We used to be perfect together like ice cream and cake
We used to be all give no take
We used to be right on time no delay
Until today…..

Now he’s begging me to stay
but there’s nothing left to say.

November 2016
© Kiana Donae

 

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The Deep End

Wrote this back in 2015. Over a year ago, but figured I’d share, cuz I’m in a sharing mood tonight. #loveandink

The Deep End

go in deep
while sleep alludes us
passion consumes us
is it too hot in here
are we too gone to care
the objects in the mirror
are farther than they appear
because we’ve transcended
risen above ourselves
and I can see us in the throes
go in deeper
make me believe
you’re actually a keeper
my senses are heightened
my mind is frightened
and my body is yours
completely
ooohh give it to me sweetly
like honey drips from trees
my bud drips at your touch
fingers linger a little too much
at the opening of me
circling and hovering
until plunging
go in deep
keep searching for dreams
that are held in the very center
of my being
buried where only you can reach
shared only between these sheets
at least
that’s what I like to believe
and right now I don’t really care
go ahead
pull my hair and
yasssss ooohh right there
go in deeper
chase away all our fears
before you go to seek her
my dream is ending
my heart is overextending
and my body is yours
completely
so before you go
just go in deeply.

September 2015
© Kiana Donae

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For You

For You

 

I would have turned myself inside out
for you
would have crossed oceans
walked through the fire
and bridged miles
for you
only you
you approached me with desire
and a mouth full of forevers
promises you never kept
creeping around while I slept

your honey dipped lips
dripped plans of our future
sweet and satisfying
giving me a sugar high sheen
glowing and buzzing
trapped in your hive of lies
much to my demise
and surprise
your honeyed whispers
were really forked-tongue punctures

I could have fulfilled all the dreams
for you
could have conquered nations
stepped through the hate
and sealed fate
for you
only you
you came to me like a heavyweight
with a heart full of treasures
tokens that are better spent
on memories of our ascent

your warm inviting touch
clutched tender around our lives
savory and comforting
selling me down home cooking
filling and amusing
caught by your bait and switch
I fell for your pitch
and slipped
your full-bodied intimacies
were really hollow filled fantasies

I should have anchored down my heart
for you
should have padlocked sensitivity
opened up my perceptivity
and secured Me
for you
only you
you brought the crash of negativity
and a soul full of empty gestures
vows I should have measured first
before my pen wrote this verse
for you.

 

November 2016
© Kiana Donae

 

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*artwork by ShortFantasyChick on Deviant

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