She’s his champagne lover
Her cheeks flush a rosy bloom from his touch
Her flesh tastes like the sweetest doux
He drinks her in, knowing his thirst for her will never be quenched
She closes her eyes, letting the sensations of summer wash over her. Sun on her back, the cry of seagulls in her ears, and the sharp bite of salt and seaweed in her nose.
Their meetings are clandestine but as inevitable as the waves crashing to the shore during a wild storm.
They are a hurricane of lust, longing, and lechery, one that’s willing to destroy anyone and anything on their path to satisfaction.
Wanderlust
Lust
Will the fire for either ever dim, and die out?
They are my curse and my blessing, with me until my body turns to dust and my soul finds its home
Panting and parched
Heat lighting pulled from the sky
Dances over her flesh
Hot and dry
Wanting and waiting
He’ll quench her wilted, begging desires
Dampen her flower and make it bloom
He as so beautiful it was as if the late, great artists had created him. Michelangelo carved his chiseled, perfect body and van Gogh painted his deep green eyes and perfect ebony hair. Too bad Dante was in charge of his attitude.
Morning Ode to Coffee
I love when its steam tickles my nose
I love its scent of sunshine & heaven
I love that first sip, hate the last
I wish it were one of the major food groups
My obsession, my love for coffee is downright distributing
He gets under my skin
Slithers in like a ghost, a phantom
Though his words and his rhymes make me feel very much alive
And a little deprived
But always satisfied
Today was the day, she’s escaping this dying town with its decaying despair. She raced down the cracked porch steps and into her rusted car. Revving the old engine, she peeled out of the long gravel driveway, kicking up gravel and long-forgotten dreams.
They are opposite Elements
She is fire
He is water
Yet, together they boil over with need and desire
He is her fantasy
She will become his reality
