Truth. Unspoken.

It is you who resides in a non-verbal world

The one that was once apart of my used-to-be, former life

The one of strife, empty promises, and sad goodbyes

I try to remain patient and humble, while you seem content having me in this limbo

Honestly, do you think it’s that simple?

Admittedly, the intimacy is remarkably amazing…

so you question then what’s missing? The fruition of something called an interpersonal relationship

Dictation: the removal of short-lived physicality

and replenished with the longevity of abundant substance... in all actuality

Nourished with time, energy, and understanding,

it then cultivates into tangible communication.

Not left to ascertain unknown obscurities

which in turn alludes to the many insecurities and theories of conspiracies.

Quite simple,

yet still, the succession requires two

Become aware that none can attain the caliber of being me

You see,

the jewel before you never settles…for less; only the best

And the rest?

Omit the lies, games, and B.S, and give me You

Full Throttle

Not the pre-existing Red Bull

Break the charade of silence, and speak volumes

ALOUD

Damn the proud, pompous, egotistical

Divulge yourself to a bonafide woman that's Sublime

She that is situated

atop a diamond mine

Having since spoken.

Word.

In my own words, infused with reigning emotion, it is now your turn to speak.

Openly Allow me to hear your voice No longer aloof, reveal to me the unspoken truth...

Copyright © 2009 Rayne

He Disclosed

That he possessed the ability to reach me
telepathically
Why me?
You were never my type
The,
stereotypical, easy on the eyes, ladies man didn’t awe me to look twice
So,
why send harmonic vibes?
My vice?
His beauty, luster, and presence was strikingly nice.
The
fleshly desire that all ladies love to admire.
Devour.
But it was he that possessed the power…to a mythical degree΅
his pedigree?
Was one that all women could agree…unanimously
It was he that we all wished, desired, and fantasized to be as WE
So tell me.
Telepathy?
Why use it one me?
I was never your “type”, initially stereotyped until you came to the realization that I was “the prototype” which compelled you to think twice
We both discovered that our initial inclinations were incorrect. Both per-fect-ly, im-per-fect
But as you stated.
"It was time,
And a Blessing"
Far from perfection, just heed the lesson, while we keep them guessing...with mental cues
Funny thing is they have NO clue
Nor can they fathom the degree that your te-le-path-y possessed to capture me
In the eyes, is where everything lied. Hoping they aren’t mere lies I wish to never despise.
No dismal surprises or upsetting discoveries, just learn me, teach me, and continually reach me---spiritually---mentally---physically---tel-e-pathic-al-ly


Copyright © 2009 Rayne

The Introduction (FOLLOW-UP)

Then the I's and you's b e g i n t o f a d e
No more he's, just WE's.
No more she's, only possibly's; even maybes.
Cause lately, I've been struck by this urge, an onset of emotion.
Thoughts immersed with intricate visuals of US.
Potentially?
Just maybe
Shall we just let it be; The way things once were and have always been?
Our reality is normalcy.
Then the dreams and fantasies, start to succumb me, and it happens:
a whirlwind of violent sensations
h e a r t r a c e
bOdY s H a K e S
oooh the intensity of the aches
I feel the warm desire, as the spark transcends to
a raging fire.
The build up:

ERUPTION… the climax of a sensual seduction
f
o
followed by the sweet sensation
then communication
first the admiration

You had me, you have me, but the question is: “Do you want me?”
The answer. “Yes.” “No.” “Maybe?”
Shall I continue in this bout of written emotion?
Perhaps, our best bet would be to master The Art of a Formal Introduction

Copyright © 2008

Silent Communication (THE PRELUDE)

Tall Stature
caramel coated skin
perfectly toned physique
succulent lips
dreamy eyes
c
a
s
c
a
d
i
n
g
locs
heart-melting smile
Is the visual in the scope of my path when I frequent this locale
I prepare to partake in a full body conditioning, until by some subtle destiny, or calculated fate, you happen to cross my path
Startled, yet pleasantly surprised, our eyes lock.
my mouth waters; throat parched; heart palpitating……
Your looks turn to stares, and you smile with your lips as well as daring eyes
We then exchange mute goodbyes, as you disappear,vanishing with the drift of your stride

You have me mesmerized... fantasizing, dreaming, wishful thinking?
I notice you, noticing me, noticing you.
Words never exchanged, only gazes, stares, and silent forms of communication.
The possibilities have me perplexed, as I attempt to decipher our frequent, yet voiceless communication.
You come alone, I come alone, the chemistry apparent, yet still, we wait.
Patiently.
The anticipation is killing me.
Perhaps it isn't meant to be, or perhaps, it is time...in due time, our paths are bound to collide, and it is then we shall exchange more than our pre-existing silence.
The he's will have a Name, the him's a voice, the she's will be identified, and the her's will have the potential to become his.
Yours.
OURS.
Until some profound change occurs, I shall continue to wait. Patiently, silently, mute.
Copyright © 2008