Poem: Look Into My Eyes
“Look into my eyes,”
He would say to me.
Exploring Sacred
Sexuality.
“Look into my eyes,”
As our bodies danced,
Mingling of our souls,
Put me in a trance.
“Look into my eyes,”
As he’d thrust inside,
Gazing down at me
Surging with the tide.
“Look into my eyes”
How I did believe,
When he spoke those words,
That he’d never leave.
“Look into my eyes.
You can trust in me.
Now release your soul;
Give your heart to me.”
“Look into my eyes,
Don’t see what’s truly there.
Believe these loving lies,
Not that I don’t care.”
“Look into my eyes.
Now I’m in control.
Look into my eyes,
While I rape your soul.”
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~ by omgrey on April 22, 2012.
Posted in Short Fiction & Poetry
Tags: author, broken heart, fear, grief, healing, heartbroken, honesty, intimacy, love, misogyny, non-monogamy, o.m. grey, olivia grey, open, open marriage, poetry, polyamory, relationship advice, relationships, romance, shattered
Caught in the Cogs 
Spooky! Sounds like several women I have met and been used by.
It’s time we learn to protect ourselves and stop trusting people to just have integrity and be honest.
Hearing this live made it hit deeper and harder. Wow; still chokes me at the end. Raw vulnerability is a beautiful gorgeous choice, but given only to those who deserve it as well as cherish it. Thank you for sharing this Grey! 🙂
Thank you for your support and company, Professor. I had a fabulous time with you on Saturday.
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