Locked

Today the animalistic me still permeates.

I find my senses still heightened, though a bit desensitized after last night.
So many things set in front of me to experience, touch and taste.

Like a hunter I scan to satisfy my carnal urges. If only husband had not decided to be the responsible one today... I am engorged with ideas to project and ultimately build to fruition. But could it be that I am left here with nothing but a blank page?

Could it be that I punished myself for my repression, but now wish that I did not desire to indulge? What is to become of me? I sit stagnant... but motivated. Legs jumping, torso heaving, fingers scanning the keys for the right words to describe the way I feel.

Pent up.

It seems that no one is talking to me today. Perhaps they heed my warning, teetering on the red line I am amped to share things I would not were I somebody else, feeling random and average.

sigh.


It leaves me time I suppose, to document last nights events... Events that have left me square in a euphoric state... and with no regrets. Just the way it should be.

I turn face to the downward spiral, and revel in my intentions....