Rachel Michelle

  Moving, Moved   Sitting in the doorway of my new home. Looking at my back green space. Feeling the breeze, hearing the birds chirping. Traffic droning in the distance. My lover playing rhythmic guitar, his voice singing out calmly. Serenating the atmosphere.   In moves a thought:   Prove it. Prove you can do it.   Calmly I respond, with love and curiosity: I want to prove I can do it. To myself mostly, I guess. Yes, to myself. Not to the world. Nor to him or her or even them. Just to myself. I can do it.   What is, IT , you ask?   Well, IT, today, is writing something compelling. From the heart. Devouring the space inside of my belly, these sentiments need flow out onto paper, through my fingertips. Typed up onto the word document I opened only moments ago.   What message do I have for me, for you, for us all? What observations have I made about me, you, us, that could enlighten, lighten, ease, illumina...

  Cravings   I crave you; I crave craving you. Between my legs Hot Warm It burns there … When I think of you.   I remember you; I crave remembering you. Bodies pressed Soft Strong Dancing while our hearts melted… I weep deep waves of pleasure in those memories.   I like to be controlled by you; I crave being told what to do. I want to follow your rules. Obedient Devotional Here, I wait patiently… I dive deep into the dark waters of your will. Surrender.