Each morning I put my pen to the paper and wait for my muse to arrive. Sometimes she (or he) is sensual, other times sad and melancholy, or even euphoric and blissful. What will I get this morning?
His fingers touched my cheek, and I turned from the purple and red sunset. “I have a secret,” he said.
“What is it?”
He leaned in and kissed me. Through the fireworks going off inside me, loud and beautiful, I heard him whisper, “I love you.”
A hand rests on her hip, fingertips like the suns’ rays
She turns and is scorched by the love and lust pooling in eyes as dark and murky as a lake at midnight.
She drowns in him, loving the way it burns, brands, and steals her breaths.
The liquid desire washes over her and consumes her.
Relax into me
Let me be your breathtaking dream
Your Island, your Sanctuary
Your companion, your lover
I take in your earthy scent and my mouth waters.
My need swells
I take you in my mouth, you’re so warm and wet
I swallow, taking everything you have to offer
You are so sinfully good, coffee
He smoothed the sharp edges of her heart
Reshaping her body with hands
Reshaping her mind with his words
Reshaping her organs with his love
She wasn’t merely letting him have her heart
He was bending and contorting himself,
Becoming her heart
I’m starving, deprived of your smile, voice and touch. I want to gorge on you, have you fill me up so I’m finally full and satisfied.
His love and kindness cascades over her like rushing river racing toward a waterfall, washing away the grit and sadness stamped on her heart, leaving her refreshed and revived.
Lay yourself bare before me
Tell me your fears
Your wicked desires
About the monsters that hide under your flesh
Draw them out and let them play with mine
She packs her bags. It is full of dreams, hopes, and snippets of her broken dreams. She starts down the tracks and never looks back.