In The Dark

Thursday, December 17, 2009

I pulled my sweater up above & over his head.

“What are you doing?” he said.

“I’ve captured you,” I whispered.

I felt him in the dark.

His eyes traced mine, my nose, lips, chin.

Fingers ran along the pronunciation of my collarbone.

Eyeballs glazed over the familiar beauty mark placed gently in my sternal notch.

A swift lick of the lips, met the eager mind, somewhere between the eyes.

He gawked at my breasts.

“What are you doing?” I said.

“Touch them.”

“They were made for you.”



I don't fall easily, or very often.
But when I do,
I fall HARD.
Straight to hell.

Compensation for wrong doing...

Sunday, December 13, 2009

I am elated right now.


Although I have it on DVD, of course, it excites me to see HBO playing it.

I LOVE this movie.

In all its epicity. Lol.



Thursday, December 10, 2009

His eyes.

They speak.

To me.

As did the eyes of all the others. Although, it’s different this time.

Unfounded mystery.

Venomous desire.

It hurts to want him.

Excruciating to need him.

Yet I’m a magnet to his malignant being.

His existence puzzles me.

Why was he given to me?

Like a gift, never meant to be unwrapped.

Pandora’s Box. A trophy. To be seen and cherished, but faintly touched.

Enchantment explores my mind, at the slightest sound of his voice.

Anticipation takes over my body, by the feeble touch of his handle.

When the wind blows I find myself yearning, for a whiff of his breath.

My senses go on a frenzy, I smell him, as if he were standing right in front of me.

Inexplicable beauty.


Or blue.

Or grey.

Or yellow.

Can’t decide.

Like a mood ring without meaning.

Can never tell the outcome of the day.


Like the Virgo within, he changes.

Stones that change shade dependent upon an emotion.

Yet not cold.

Never black.

Stressed. Tense. Or Upset.

…as his actions would lead you to believe.

His ogle never speaks of such frigid sentiment.

Only of fervor and immense libido.


Hands down...

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

I'm too proud...for love.

I feel like crying, but, I won't.