Submissions by St_Grey

Besides the fact that we are all spiritual, I'd like to believe that we are all aware that a higher being exists. If you had at least one sleep paralysis in your life so far, I bet money I don't have on the fact that you cried to "God', or "Izinyanya" or another higher being your subconscious suggested to your cerebrum. Even Atheists must have, I'm sure.

It had been quite some time since I wrapped my arms around a woman and felt something for real.
Emotions that were almost alienating shrank out, within my chest, I felt comfort, and jittery in my stomach.
Couldn't shake off a question you posed me about soulmates and the extent of my belief in that. Why would you explicitly pose me?
I wish that the time we spent together in my cave was lengthier and slower, almost as much as I like to read a novel.
I hope it's not plain because deep down, I know I might be mistaken for turning you into my den.
I mean, I'm a little...

You say that you love him: And, yet, you do away with me.
It's our 5th time in this bedroom together.
You must have seen all there is to see.
But, somehow, your eyes are still gazing.
I recognize the cards you're holding and your strategy.
You can't play me.

You say that you love him: And, yet, your nails are sinking deeper into my skin.
My lips are traveling north to your soft thighs.
Your shivers and sighs inspire my drive.
Only a matter of time before my tongue meets
and flips your lace panties over to the side like anthology pages, ...