Toy with me

bodyart, love, poetry, relationships, Romance, selflove, sex

So, you think I’m your toy, little boy?

You want to pull my strings, compare me to other shiny things, toss me around with your careless ways, and throw me in the garbage after I’ve been broken, worn, and frayed?

Playing with my body, and toying with my mind, as if I were a monster truck and you were nine.  I’d rather play chess, and blow your mind, but here we are circling this track, and wasting our time.

I can’t help but wonder if I looked like Barbie, would you then be my Ken?  If I were the perfect shade of cherry red, would you pay closer attention?

Or, maybe it’s that, you’d tinker with me rather than toy, if you were an man instead of a boy.

Danielle Atherton-Rutledge 

 

 

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There you were

bodyart, love, poetry, relationships, Romance, selflove, sex

There you were standing there looking into my soul with your gorgeous icy blue eyes, telling me I would be safe in your arms; that I was all there ever was, is, and will be, and not one word spoken.  There you were awakening the cells in my body with just a glance.

I felt your sigh of relief when you looked at me, my soul settled down, but my body woke up, when our eyes met.  My heart found a home in your chest, where it felt safe to beat…….. slowly, softly, sweetly…..

My home, my heart, my happiness, wait, where are you going?

Danielle Atherton-Rutledge