xx Ella.Z

Inspired by my real profession. The open-concept I highly admire relates back to how open I want him and I to be. Babe, let's be open, As we play this game, No walls in between, No restrictions, Everything exposed, All is seen. Now tell me, Tell me your secret, Tell me your desire, As we stripped down, Naked in such dire, Need of one another. Tell me you want me, And I'll tell you too, Underneath our skin, Where the lust grew. Can you do it? Be open to this? Be open to me? A concept, Of no walls, Bare everything, Ain't stereotyping, Bathroom needs no door, As the bed lay aside, Seperated by glass, From floor to floor. Blurring the lines, Of two spaces, I and you, You can see me, And I see you, Now we're open, Through and through.

He drives me wild, sometimes. This lust for him, within --I just couldn't understand.  It's 2019, Here I am, Lusting you still, Dressed in an underwear, That you thought was sexy, As I run my fingers, From my neck, Down to my hip, Writing dirty words, A pleasure for your read.

Expected and going nowhere is my favourite kind of commitment. Perhaps, I only like the thrill of the chase?  Chasing after him is like riding a carousell --a never ending ride of going nowhere and you'll never know when it stops. And so, you'll go round and round and round and round, merrily until you get dizzy and then, it finally hit you;  Why on Earth would you want to make yourself sick by going on this ride?

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of. If he promised me, New York ..I'd promise him, me. Take me to New York City, Take my hand and let's run away. Let others say what they wanna say, We'll make history starting from today, Here in a city we love, we should stay. Take me to New York City, Take my hand and let's go, bae. Just me and you, down and all the way, From day to night, night to day, Here where we make endless love as we lay. Under the city lights --of New York City.

I have yet to find someone who cares. Someone whose arms is a place where I would finally find that everything is O.K. "Are you O.K?" That's all it takes. That's the only question she was waiting for someone to finally say it to her face. But she could only smile as a reply --thus, giving a million reasons for him to put his arms around her. She wants him to lift out the weight on her shoulder because it's in his arms where she'll find comfort and peace to ease her beaten but broken heart --it's where she'll find a place to be O.K. with not being O.K.

Beauty comes with a price. Desiring something beautiful is just not that easy. A lovely rose, she was. As he saw her from afar, Of how he wanted her so badly, But only to know they were thorns, For he had to bleed himself, tremendously.