Dare I touch this with my tendered heart?
I fear my words may reveal
a piece of me which I allow
no one to know exists.
The Grace
of my innocence
was seized.
So, so paralyzing.
It is my secret, mine alone.
It is my memory, I carry.
The violation of my being.
Sometimes, in my lifetime.
I have imagined caresses of love,
not driven by lust.
I have desired warm breath brushing my lips,
not driven by trespass.
Ethereal exchange of energy, when souls connect.
Absorbing, breathless, abandoned passion, divine.
I close my eyes and arch my body into my vision.
I gasp with sensuality, silent seduction, softly stunning.
When I dare glance into yours,
I see nothing and I see everything.
Somewhere, in my lifetime.
I know you exist.
And, I shall share with you
that silent piece of me.
© A.C. Fernandez, All rights reserved
Author Bio:
A.C. Fernandez resides in Texas, although she previously resided in numerous locations such as Spain, Germany, Illinois, and New Mexico. She has been fortunate to experience a wide variety of cultural dynamics and uses them in her writings. She creates her pieces out of the deepest respect for the experiences of female violation of any manner or form. It is vital for her to acknowledge domestic, sexual, psychological, and physical abuse in her prolific works. Her voice is strong and straightforward, withholding nothing to express what has been branded in her mind for many years. This approach may be startling to some, but know, it is real and well written. She researches crime and all it entails, and has done so thoughout her lifetime. She has worked as a counselor, case manager, and a psychiatric nursing assistant. More often than not, her clients were individuals who experienced or perpetuated sexual violence against women. Her life has been a blur of darkness... She finds a way back to solace through her writings... Privacy and peace are her primary needs far beyond food, shelter, and clothing...
I fear my words may reveal
a piece of me which I allow
no one to know exists.
The Grace
of my innocence
was seized.
So, so paralyzing.
It is my secret, mine alone.
It is my memory, I carry.
The violation of my being.
Sometimes, in my lifetime.
I have imagined caresses of love,
not driven by lust.
I have desired warm breath brushing my lips,
not driven by trespass.
Ethereal exchange of energy, when souls connect.
Absorbing, breathless, abandoned passion, divine.
I close my eyes and arch my body into my vision.
I gasp with sensuality, silent seduction, softly stunning.
When I dare glance into yours,
I see nothing and I see everything.
Somewhere, in my lifetime.
I know you exist.
And, I shall share with you
that silent piece of me.
© A.C. Fernandez, All rights reserved
Author Bio:
A.C. Fernandez resides in Texas, although she previously resided in numerous locations such as Spain, Germany, Illinois, and New Mexico. She has been fortunate to experience a wide variety of cultural dynamics and uses them in her writings. She creates her pieces out of the deepest respect for the experiences of female violation of any manner or form. It is vital for her to acknowledge domestic, sexual, psychological, and physical abuse in her prolific works. Her voice is strong and straightforward, withholding nothing to express what has been branded in her mind for many years. This approach may be startling to some, but know, it is real and well written. She researches crime and all it entails, and has done so thoughout her lifetime. She has worked as a counselor, case manager, and a psychiatric nursing assistant. More often than not, her clients were individuals who experienced or perpetuated sexual violence against women. Her life has been a blur of darkness... She finds a way back to solace through her writings... Privacy and peace are her primary needs far beyond food, shelter, and clothing...
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