Quixotic

We stayed on the phone for 5 hours. You told me that we won't be able to see each other as much on the weekend. "You have to do what you have to do". Then you told me you want to socialize, because you are "restless". For 5 months, you and I have spent almost every weekend together, and all I can do is whince at the thought of not seeing you. And as far as that socializing bullshit, well that's just what it is. Guess I was just a fool. A fool to think that we were going to keep hanging as tight as we were. And to top all of it off, you say I'm the one that is being selfish about the weekend visits. Nevermind how I count down the days and mintues until I see you again. You are the selfish one. You are the one who set me up and I fell for it. You made yourself available for weekends and now you say you shouldn't. You want my support, you want my "blessing". You want me to pretend I'm not hurting and let you socialize or i. e. run the stre

She came stood next to me Whispered into my consciousness Don’t be afraid She held me thru the morning broke through my pain She listened to my nonsense about me She stroked my hair And asked me to finger her So I took her down And drenched her in my wetness My bareness My shame My inner most Between my thighs She drank Up all I had to give I was quickly approaching the moment When nothing else would satisfy the open secret of lovers Leaving me quiet and yearning for her lips and hips Against all my perceptions of what I can be She ate all of my opinions She stroked her tongue against my weakeness And left me screaming Sweating And calling out to her at midnight Baby I will never leave your spirit I will never stop needing you As I closed my eyes and sunk into her sweetness I realized I would never makelove like this again It was the night I madelove to Poetry Copyright 2010

Touching my conscious Whispering into my thoughts Holding me through my disappointments Ebbs of seconds of minutes I feel free Tangled in your limbs I found peace Between our eyes No space Close in on me I’m not afraid Melody’s of Good conversations Play long Brown mahogany Sweet pecan Tasty caramel Pour your skin into me I love the way you Feel next to me Warm and soul-satisfied Baked into your embrace You hold me And all my masculinity Suspended In all the feminity of you I’m compelled To stay To mend To heal In your skin Copyright 2010 CS Knight

So..I tell my partner I'm going out with my friends labor day weekend...First she says..okay well you have a curfew..I just kinda blinked at her, like huh? Then she says well okay don't stay out all night. I tell her, there is no way I would stay out all or night and that I would be back at a decent hour. That was Sunday night. By Monday morning, she tells me she called her friends, and now she is planning to go out while I'm out with my friends. I feel a little annoyed by that...she says she doesn't want to stay home and "twittle her thumbs". So I guess all is fair in love and war right?...

Hey, I'm 34 years. I've been a lesbian most of my life...I'm here to share my story...