My username was used across many websites. The original name is Lady Sakura Minuet/Morningstar. I love stirring up controversy when I create my usernames; however, I had several individuals stalking me and I immediately stopped this practice.

My username here is simply Lady Sakura.

This name is based on a fictional character that I created for my stories, and I love using it because it allows me to become my loved/hated alternate self.

That's it. Enjoy!

He is my nuisance, yet he relies on me for major decisions.

He is my nuisance, and he finds joy intentionally annoying me.

He is many curse words in the dictionary.

He is sincere when needed.

He may be my nuisance, but I do love him. *Hears laughter and loud noises from the bedroom.*

Yeah, he's my pain, but I do care.

All individuals desire the ones they love.

They crave and need their touch.

My desire is long from here.

It has disappeared from my heart and being.

I imagine myself on an island where all of my pleasures and wants can be fulfilled.

A dream nothing more than a mere fantasy of a miserly soul wanderer.

Love is voided from my body and only lust serves as the primary source.

My resolutions lie bare.

My secret desire is to have what is absolutely unobtainable: Perfect love and desire.

Morningside Heights, Sakura's Apartment

Sakura bid her sisters' a good night. She left them laughing as they watched their favorite movie. She hated films that had no purpose to them and gave off a sigh, "I'm glad they're happy."

Sakura yawned as she entered her bedroom. It had been a while since she had a good night's sleep. She thought of Daniel and wondered what he was up to. She closed her eyes immediately going into a trance.

Harlem, Her Nemesis’ Bedroom

Sakura opened her eyes realizing where she was, "Why in the world am I in the Arcade?" Sakura complained. She watched the bedroom as a menacing figure roamed about. She gave off a wide smile as the figure approached the bed.

"You don't get the pleasure of taking her out." Sakura moved next to the figure. She withdrew the dagger she wore around her neck. The figure froze in place as a cold breeze blew into the room.

"I would love to see her dead, but I made a promise that I must keep. Leave here!" Sakura spoke into the figure's ear. He made for the window mumbling along the way.

"You've been spared for today." Sakura sighed. She noticed the woman rousing from her deep slumber. She screamed for her partner as Sakura left the apartment.

She returned to the top of her building deciding that she would watch the sunrise, "She deserved death; however, I rather not deal with the consequences with the Earth Legions."

“You spared her again, Sakura? You’re getting weak in your old age.” Cheryl spoke dryly.

“Shut it, Scarlet. It’s not her time.”

I wanted to be a registered nurse when I was a child, and I immediately backpedaled when I watched those around me become nauseated or vomit.

I decided I wanted to be a journalist in high school; however, my grades would not have put me in the schools I needed to be.

My final decision would be to write for me. I didn't have to worry about other people judging my work for their refined tastes.

I write because it's my therapy session.

I write because it kept me out of trouble the majority of my life.

I write because it's all I know how to do.

(I do have other hobbies.)

That's why I write.

I do not have the ambition to print a book.

(I'm too frightened by the process of doing so!)

I am a shy writer, and I have no regrets whatsoever.

I am not one of being verbal about my emotions because they cause me an immense amount of heartache. The biggest disappointment of my current life was the passing of my beloved grandmother. She ended up developing late-onset Dementia.

She kept me together when my schizophrenic mother would drive me up the proverbial wall.

She died alone at Calvary Hospital in the Bronx (New York City,) and my mother's oldest sister text me the depressing news on July 31st, 2018.

I felt as though I both lied to my grandmother and myself. I remember one of the last things she asked me in the nursing home, and it broke me in half mentally, "When are we going to go home, so you can take care of me?"

"Yeah grandma, I'm going to take care of you when we go home." I didn't want to lie to her, but I was forced to. Her apartment was given up, and she was going to be there permanently.

I failed her as a caretaker and a granddaughter, and I feel the tears in my eyes as I write this.

I knew that she would want me to press on and deal with my mother regardless.

I know that I can never forgive my mother and her wretched oldest sister.

I know that I'll never forgive those who didn't help in her care when she was alive.

The best thing I can do is heal, continue my therapy sessions, and continue to learn more about Alzheimer's and Dementia.

Never give up hope on yourself is my advice. Your loved one may no longer be here, but you are and you have to keep going for your own sake.

The sounds of the city come and go, never ceasing or ending.

That one moment where I concentrate on you.

Your being, thoughts, and spirit all fill my mind.

I, being the worrying sort, think of those quiet moments where no words are shared, and we hold each other.

The world continues its path and only we matter in that precious second.

Your being, thoughts, and spirit all fill my mind filling my ears wondering when will I see you again?

Smells, sounds, lights, and emotions.

Hypersensitive and hypersexual.

Cold air soothes the flaming heat that lurks within.

Hot weather brings more desire.

Lips pressed against each other, fiery passion, and sensitive bodies.

All I ever wanted was you; all you ever wanted was me.

Let us make tonight like the last night on Earth.

I want to remember everything and forget nothing.

Sinful mind, sinful heart, forgive this raging desire.

Wrapped in fire and sheets within, I can only stop and stare at the mess we made.

A little backstory before the poem. It was 2003 and I was a young maiden of 18 when I met a younger man whom I would fall in love with.

I was excited and hopeful for the future when I wrote this, and unfortunately, that love wouldn't last and turned into battered women syndrome and physical abuse by mid-2004 into 2005.

We look each other in the eye.

Love surrounds us in this small room.

Our lips touch, tongues prodding, dancing amongst each other, Our hands touching and feeling sensitive places...

I want to be one with you.

One in an unbreakable union.

Take me, take me gently.

Take me and make this bond last.

Show me... Show me everything and all of you.