Raw

It is then that I am most me.
The raw realism of life.
Gyration of my hips moving from the depths.
The overwhelming
authentic reality that closes my eyes
and makes me feel truth
deep down into
and
within
my
core.
The pounding pulsation of the rhythm
that takes my breath away
as the music and wine both numb and magnify
within my veins,
under my skin.
My heart hammering within me.
The carnal confession of me.
All excess cut away.
And I realize...
It is you.

Competition

Tell me I won’t
and I’ll fight to win.
Say its unbeatable,
I’ll kill any sin.
Call it impossible,
I’ll fight hard and long.
Tell me I can’t and
I’ll prove that you’re wrong.

But tell me you love me
and it’s a different tune.
I want you to fight
and jump over the moon.

I don’t want to prove
that I’m better for you
or compete for attention
with other girls who
vie for your affection
and suggest rendezvous.

Genuinely choose me…
True hearts desired gaining.
Prove loyalty with action
and not just sweet sayings.

Because I will fight
for your love and your heart
but my trust is weary
and needs proof from the start
that you are serious about me
and have both feet in…
That you won’t look for outs
or other ways to begin.

I’m strong on my own
but I’d love your support.
I’ll be there for you…
I’m not the wandering sort.

I want to be chosen
like anyone would
and I have no doubt
that many could…
Because I’ve been told
that I am the one...
but I haven’t committed,
I’ve only run.

But I feel that you’re different
and I want your word…
I want your commitment…
So soon seems absurd!
But it’s true and it’s real
and scary though it may be,
I want you to choose
and I want it to be me.

Choose with your actions.
Choose when I’m there.
Choose with the way you talk.
Choose with the way you care.
Choose in front of them.
Choose by priority.
Choose with your whole heart.
Baby… please choose me.