I like the way you touch me there
Don’t stop please, god continue!
The feeling that you create stirs me
Always bringing me to a new height

peel the skin. it hurts to touch.
don’t touch me there. i hate that feel.
you insist on torturing me. i don’t know why.
leave me untouched and untouchable.

I remember the days we were happy
Clichéd, yet typically radiant and alive
Smiles, laughter, and no truer love
Could we, perhaps replay those scenes?

these memories are painful.
nostalgia’s just not my thing.
please stop talking about the past.
if i could change – if only. stop.

The song of your voice, fluttering
The whisper of my name off your lips
Moans, sighs, pleasantries, and the enjoyment
Thunderous notes in my symphony

that shrill vindictive yell.
the harsh disappointment in a voice.
i dream of these and wake alarmed. angered.
wishing i could forget the noise. screams.

The look you had when you smiled,
Took my breath away, fiercely contagious
I was always striving to recreate it in you
A wondrous urge to repeat the bliss

dark hateful eye cast onto me.
burning, burning through every pore. charred.
dejected and rejected. abject disgrace.
please don’t look. turn away.