Journal- Kickin' It

Steady going with the flow,

Little did she know, 

She had already reached the end of the rope.

It began with a glimpse,

A gentle wink,

No time to think,

Blushing, 

butterflies in the stomach brought her to the brink.

Steady going with the flow,

Little did she know, 

She had already reached the end of the rope.

A touch,

brushing of the skin sending tremors of shivers up her spine,

A kiss,

got her feeling like a school girl crushing for the first time,

A nibble,

the sweet taste of a collar bone so divine.

A whisper,

Breathing in her hear, he tells her "Let's go to my place and KICK IT."

Steady going with the flow,

Little did she know, 

She had already reached the end of the rope.

On top, at the bottom, 

they were rolling in lust,

Perspiration racing, 

heart catching up to the paste,

Muscles contracting, 

Mind elated at the haste

Pushing against time, 

leaving no room for this feeling to rust.

Steady going with the flow,

Little did she know, 

She had already reached the end of the rope.

Call waiting, 

anxiously anticipating,

Secret rendez-vous in the late evening,

Got her living like a vampire in the night,

Her heart feeling light,

She got caught up in the hype, 

Forgot to clarify she wasn't the type,

Down for just KICKIN' IT.

Steady going with the flow,

Little did she know, 

She had already reached the end of the rope.

Bodies clashing,

Thoughts racing,

SHHHHHH....

No time for chit chatting,

UMMMMM....

The ecstasy got her on trance.

Steady going with the flow,

Little did she know, 

She had already reached the end of the rope.

Kickin It?

Emotions springing up,

She dismissed the original plan,

Beware! the words of a man, 

for he is sure to keep them,

Blind-sided, she just was...

Steady going with the flow,

Little did she know, 

She had already reached the end of the rope.

Then it happened like a steady blow,

She found herself dreaming with a broken heart,

Having to let all of it go at once,

Trying to fill up the empty space with soul-less encounters,

A temporary fix,

that only makes the sweet taste of the love she yearns,

strip her down bare,

Revealing her wounds.

Beautiful girl,

Don't go chasing romance,

or hallucinate on the illusions of the game,

Go back to the very beginning,

Home,

Where you can be whole again,

For there is no end to a rope that anchors a ship.

With Love,

Minou