Thoughts abound in my head
Swirling and whirling widdershins and back
Things and places and people
A woman like me ought not to think of
Oh but I think,
Yea Gods do I think, and wonder
Picture, imagine...fantasize
These things I think scare, shame yet titillate me
A peek, just a little peek
Into the twisting turns of my mind
Be warned, some of what you see
May not be, to your liking
A friend betrays a friend
And my mind screams for satisfaction
Make the bones crunch and the blood flow free
Assauge the anger inside, make a statement: Don't Fuck With Me
The quiet morn before everyone is up
A moment to reflect and cherish
To go inside oneself and find the calm
One rarely achieves, many thanks for my life
The shared joy
Of a job well done
The pride a mother feels
When their creation conquers and exceeds
The burning heat and desire
To be roughly taken, writhing with abandon
All hands, lips and skin...mmmm, naked skin
Growls, moans, sighs and screams
Worry, losing sense of self, self-worth
Always someones something, never me
If I lay down and died
Would anybody notice, would they care
Oh, the stoopid factor
First day with a new brain excuse
For yet another dumb thing
Escaping out my mouth
These are just tastes, ideas
Of the ingredients in my mind
Each one a meal in itself, yet not
Remember to leave room for dessert
