As a nurse I believe the everyday experiences the human body goes through are miraculous, and as a female I know that without passion in our lives, without excitement or risks then that's all they are, everyday experiences with no meaning. Breathing is simply the lungs inhaling air. But with passion, a simple act of taking air into one's lungs is a force only allowed once she broke her gaze for the briefest of moments, for I was paralyzed by her beauty, truly halted in my existence, and yet in my relief as the sweat cool air filled my lungs, I found myself wanting. In that moment I was lifted, and just to be near her was was the the most passionate, free and exhilarating I have ever felt. She did not demand control over my actions like some dominatrix, she was above power, above control. No need to wield herself over me, and for that I found myself wishing for nothing else. She did not care of the the effect she had on me, how the way she carried her body made me swell, and her indifference only spurred my obsession. What can I offer this Goddess? Is there anything she could find in me; pity, disgust, intrigue, power, every cent in my possession, the very air in my lungs?
For this I will write 3-5 poems, each with it's own story, own desires, own thrills. Are you using these as your own? Or are you giving the writer credit? One way or another, this is just an important question.