A Sensual Touch
Artist of image, Fabian Perez
I didn’t take into account
The dire consequences
Of giving my soul to you.
Never for a minute
Cared about the impact
On my self-respect.
I didn’t heed the warning
My spirit screamed
In dreadful fear.
Never imagined myself
So lost to a man
As ruthless as you.
I couldn’t control
The insane desire
To offer myself.
Nobody could ever
Again possess me
As completely as you.
You not only took my body
But my mind too.
The intense desire
to belong to you.
Without a thought
of the consequences.
You left me gasping
As you tore through my life.
A storm that was meant
To break me wide open.
I picked up the pieces
You left in your wake.
They fit better now
I know how to break.
(Image artist, Fabian Perez)
Namaste
Your words feel like ash and gold in the same breath—
the kind of burn that purifies,
and the kind of truth that can only be earned through ruin.
You wrote not just of love,
but of surrender with no armor,
of a storm that didn’t just pass through,
but rewrote your geography.
And in the last lines—
where others would end in sorrow—
you offered something rarer:
the quiet power of a woman who knows how to break,
and how to build from what remains.
Thank you for writing from that place.
It shows. It holds.
It heals.
you’re writing is beautiful, i’m amazed how well feelings can be put into words