Filtering ( Scorpio Tale)



If I let you in, I have to first push you out. 
Testing, Testing, making sure you're the right fit. 
Take off your mask you wear with perfection, to cover up all of your lost, show your face. 
I will give you, my time and my space. 
My friendship will then be offered. Own up to it by showing loyalty. 
You will be chosen and nurtured. I respect the real you, the whole package, not a portion, or a piece. 
If you show your true colors, I will paint the picture, and go from there, leaving no stone unturned, then placing you. 
From there it's only black and white, no shades of grey. 
Your either in or out. 
I call it how I see and how I feel. 
Hiding will keep you boxed in, causing exposure for me to see right through you. 
Disinterest will consume,
replacement will emerge....and I'm out.
Just like that
   

           

                                               

                                SPELL BINDING 

Minding my business and wrapped up in my daily grind of the 9 to 5, doing what is needed of myself, until suddenly, a mention, a glimpses, of you fill my thoughts and mind with an overload of mental pictures flowing from the past, tangle in a knot for that moment, then I'm fine, though temporary effects sway on this naive heart. One appearance is enough to create mystery, wonder, and enchantment in one dose; in one visit. Then poof, you disappear, leaving false hopes and promises. I'm force to carry on as nothing happen, and left to question if any of it really happened. I'm back to square one, fine in my little world I created to guard myself. Why do I do this to myself, I ask. It insanity, with a taste of heaven, so to speak. So I leave it alone and continue my business and doing what is needed, until the spell dust that surrounds your mysterious being sparks up again, trapping me with whimsical moments of our last encounter, and I'm subjected to relive you over and over mentally fucking me over every now and then. How orgasmically  frustrating - then I sigh...., feeling as though my hands and feet are being bonded, as my knees and  other areas get weak. I need a release from your potion,your drug;at least a dose, so Im good again. Until closure; there no winning.

                                   

                                               
                   

                                                                                                                        .....Connecting the Dots......

Cosmically, did our zodiacs collide causing our stars to align, giving us a path, or is it that we’re spiritually entwine, placing us in God's corner. How about the first time we passed each other’s way, made small talk and walked away, thinking nothing about it, going on with our day to day lives. Until somehow faith would have it, we meet up again and finally exchange numbers. Conversation and laughter flowed on several occasions becoming deeply personal. Before you know it, I’m anxiously waiting for your calls, to hear your voice, to hang out, and just be near you. Now that I think about it....hmmm...was it the first time we hung out. And as you talked, I just watched your lips wishing you would shut up, so I can kiss you so softly and deeply on your full supple lips; and then stop.....hoping you yearn for more leaving you with a cliff hanger of desire. Or was it the first time we held hands and I wanted to be alone with you, cuddled up, with not a soul around engrossed in a movie; saying not a word but really saying a lot. Nothing else mattered, but those hands interlocking into one another, connecting in many forms, or was it our first attempt to make love. Our hearts were racing, and the feeling was most definitely there and the moment was so right. We went into it and then stopped, too scared to admit could this be....another cliff hanger and we're back where we started. Or could this be.....O let me stop. Or was it the silly arguments that was over nothing, that turned into built up tension....causing us to avoid one another, knowing we're both afraid to dive off the deep end into each other hearts, or just pull apart. Or is it the distance now that makes me long for you, and miss you. But its best we stay apart......so we don't fall....and I will leave that part to the future. Only faith and time will tell if the pieces of the puzzle will connect, and we fall into our proper place; whichever way it may.