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Mr. After Hours

Serenaded by jazz congesting this candlelit room,
checking myself for imperfections in this mirror.
As my perfume eloquently sizes up the background,
I wish he would hurry, getting here a bit quicker.

Applying MAC to my lips, I blow a kiss to myself,
leaving a trace of red on my glass reflection.
Wearing this dress befitting my beautiful curves,
not only do I want him to feel, but to see the sensation.

Candles ballroom dance to the sway of my silhouette,
as I patiently wait to indulge in his alluring essence.
He’s my local means to escape, my stress reliever,
oh how I long for our confidential late night sessions.

My midnight snack, he turns me on with his suits and ties,
but when the cufflinks come off, the scent of me goes on.
I call him Mr. After Hours, my nightcap, my guilty pleasure,
I have him all to myself, them I send him right home.

See, he belongs to me by night, my part-time lover,
during the day he has a woman that he claims to adore.
I don’t need his love I only lust for his affection,
a bond of convenience, that one could ever hope for.

He’s usually here by now, my body’s getting anxious,
losing control by the moment, I just may burst.
Starting without him, I shed down to my lingerie;
though he’s supposed to be here to undress me first.

Sweet surrender, appeasing my self-induced temptation,
caresses from my breasts to my raining inner thighs.
Soulful moans; movements to the beat of my own song,

deep breaths and toxic thoughts with his picture in mind.

Lusting for his poisonous kisses I inject on a daily,
licking my lips, it sends chills running down my spine.
I clinch these silk sheets wrapping myself in the times,
circular motions bears exhales and dilating eyes.

Reaching for my love enhancer kept on my nightstand,
pleasures from vibrations own my heart at this moment.
The temperature rises as my urges dig deeper

 from my gentle touches; I’m in love with such atonement.

Climaxes are interrupted by several doorbell chimes,
reluctant to pause but eager for him to delight me more.
I lay there for a moment, teasing him for making me wait,
unclothed as he prefers me I glide towards the front door.

With one hand holding a glass of fine champagne,
I adjust my hair with the other before welcoming him in.
I’m greeted with an unpleasant surprise, a long-haired
woman fair-skinned, dressed to kill with Revolver in hand…

– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://www.kadinvehayat.net/erkekler-neden-evlilikten-korkar/love-man-woman-silhouette-wide-1680×1050-3/

Love Junkie

I’m so intrigued
when loving this man,
delighted by his touch
as it retains me in constraint.

Like a fiend on drugs,
it stimulates my brain.
Avoid seeking rehab,
I want to stop but I can’t;

conquer this sensation,
even if provided an alternate lane.
Getting high, I’m lifted,
not wanting to dismount again.

I’m on vacation, I’m tripping,
and mind isn’t coherent.
My existence is irrelevant,
totally out of my element.

Dangerously addicted to
your ego, so potent;
I need you to need me,
without you I’m hopeless.

Tossing and turning at night;
I’m barely eating.
Your motives to love me
are what seems to feed me.

Your presence is imperative,
togetherness seems misleading;
afraid of dozing with sobriety,
idle nights govern me.

I’ll never love another,
I hate I idolize you.
Love stoned, I inhale,
breathing every dose of you.

It’s ever so rewarding; I’m given
everything I bargained for,
If my lungs are to collapse,
it’s all for you, the one I adore.

With your sweet caress,
I’m restless, free and so alive.
Rendering figments of you;
hallucinating all the time.

Hooked on you like crazy,
we can never depart.
You inspire my mental and
change the pace of my heart.

You mean the world to me,
promise not to delay.
I gotta have you NOW,
even if it’s in the worst way.

I’m a Love Junkie

– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://akundanza.org/2014/03/23/the-opposite-of-love-is-power-not-hatred-2/

Guilty Pleasures

Waking up in
cold sweats,
dreams about past love.

Lying here
deeply mesmerized;

possessed by
reoccurring thoughts,

love making
excluding faults.

Sensual feelings
erupt
from my sex-driven mind.

A chilled spine and moist sheets…

What is this?

Alone here with no companion,
I’m bugging again.

Modeling this
new lingerie with
only
my reflection as an audience.

Fraudulently denying my
need for
sexual pleasure.

Am I less of a woman if I oblige?

My Guilty Pleasures

– Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://impressioniartistiche.blogspot.com/2011/08/drew-darcy.html

Before Sunset Movie Review and Quote

Before Sunset is the sequel of a trilogy and one of my favorite romantic films. It’s clever, eloquent and extremely charming. After a decade, an American author and French woman are coincidentally reconnected. They catch up on old times and converse about love, heartbreak, marriage and contradictions. It’s a must see.

Céline: I mean, I always feel like a freak because I’m never able to move on like (snaps her fingers) this! You know? People just have an affair or even…entire relationships…they break up and they forget! They move on like they would have changed brand of cereals! I feel I was never able to forget anyone I’ve been with. Because each person have…their own specific qualities. You can never replace anyone. What is lost is lost.

Each relationship when it ends really damages me; I never fully recover. That’s why I’m very careful with getting involved because…it hurts too much!. I guess when you’re young…you just believe there’ll be many people with whom you’ll connect with. Later in life you realize it only happens a few times.

You know, couples are so confused, uh lately. I think it must be that…men need to feel essential, and they don’t anymore. Because it’s been imprinted in their heads for so many years that they had to be the provider…like I, I’m a strong independent woman in my professional life. I don’t need a man to feed me but I still need a man to love me and that I could love, you know.

Jesse: Is that why you’re in a relationship with somebody who’s never around?

Céline: Yes, obviously, I can’t deal with the day to day life of a relationship. Yeah, we have, you know, this exciting time together and then he leaves, and I miss him, but at least I’m not dying inside. When someone is always around me, I’m like suffocating!

Jesse: No, wait, you just said that you need to love and be loved…

Céline: Yeah, but when I do it quickly makes me nauseous! It’s a disaster… I mean I’m really happy only when I’m on my own. Even being alone…it’s better than…sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely. It’s not so easy for me to be all romantic. You start off that way and after you’ve been screwed over a few times…you…you…you forget about all your delusional ideas and you just take what comes into your life. That’s not even true I haven’t been…screwed over, I’ve just had too many blah relationships. They weren’t mean, they cared for me, but… there were no real…connection or excitement. At least not from my side.

Jesse: God, I’m sorry, is it…is it really that bad? It’s not, right?

Céline: You know what? Reality and love are almost contradictory for me. It’s funny…every single of my ex’s…they’re now married! Men go out with me, we break up, and then they get married!

You know, I want to KILL them!! Why didn’t they ask ME to marry them? I would have said “No”, but at least they could have asked!! But it’s my fault, I know it’s my fault, because…I never felt it was the right man. Never! But what does it mean the right man? The love of your life? The concept is absurd; the idea that we can only be complete with another person is…EVIL!! RIGHT??!!

You know, I guess I’ve been heartbroken too many times. And then I recovered. So now, you know, from the starts I make no effort…because I know it’s not going to work out, I know it’s not going to work out.

I’m so miserable in my love life, in my relationship, I always act as… like…you know, I’m detached, but I’m… I’m dying inside. I’m dying because I’m so numb. I don’t feel pain, or excitement. I’m not even bitter, I’m just…uh…

 

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://criticsroundup.com/film/before-sunset/
MOVIE WEBSITE:
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0381681/

Carpe Diem

Whomever said “live everyday as if it were your last” definitely has a death wish. If I lived everyday as if it were my last or aligned my lifestyle with this “YOLO” cliché, I wouldn’t get anything done…and I’m pretty certain I’d have aids…

Don’t judge me for my honesty. I speak the things you’re afraid to expose.

Man Child

Son of man with a
misconception of himself;
vulnerable to the
absurdities of life itself.

He’s a hustler by nature,
that’s how he views himself;
throughout the day he’s an actor,
by night he’s bottom shelved.

Beautiful beating heart,
to me remains evident;
known to sell his soul for
foolishness; dead presidents.

No one listens, so the
wind hears his silent screams;
potential for greatness if he
paints his darkened dreams.

With his customized teeth and
desire to be free and unfurled;
wrestling with insecurities, lost
in the depths of a secular world.

Exchanging happiness and
couth with material assets;
always running from the truth,
he’s got no more lies left.

Trapped within a glass cube,
with no intent to see through;
there’s no denying, if asked,
he would imply it’s all true.

Wandering down this path of
Loneliness Road;
incapable of u-turning 
he continues forward.

Fear of reflection in this
mirror, broken entirely;
wounded pride and scarred hands
are healed with foolish qualities.

Like chameleons adjusting
to uniformed habitats;
afraid of exposure and change,
the lost boy drifts back.

Girdled by toxins unseen
to the trained human eye;
if he keeps this pace who knows
what’ll become of this life?

Man Child

  • Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9hg7S97kXU

Cognitive Bias

She hates that it’s suitable for men
to sex whomever they choose;
saluted, yet not often judged,
they always seem to get excused.

When women adore sex
they claim she’s being too loose;
but there’s this fear of commitment
because her heart’s been abused.

This monster labeled love has
resulted in scorn, hurt and envy;
with no formula for damaged hearts,
so often, the sex would heal injury.

Why does it matter is she’s more
sexual than others appear to be
committed to sex without this love thing,
doesn’t define her wholeheartedly.

It’s just something of a man,
his tone, his scent, his masculinity;
the way he growls during sex
but holds her closely as she sleeps.

Is it of a whore to find an
assortment of men attractive;
or to wonder what they
would  all individually have to offer?

We’re only being human to desire
that which is confidential, but…
how does acting on such thoughts
imply she’s too experimental?

  • Ms. Tioko

PHOTO CREDIT:
http://www.the-broad-side.com/the-sexuality-wars-women-are-under-attack-but-what-about-men