A kiss, a flower, sweet upon my lips
The morning's fresh dew.
I wake to see your sleeping face upon last night’s pillow.
Your shoulder bare. I remember the night’s adventure:
The screams, shudders, and crying out; the heat upon your face.
I smile in memory’s glow wishing to fall once again in its embrace.
I kiss your skin, unveiled and exposed, along your neck
The mewls and coos. Hellos welcoming my lips
You turn your eyes, the color of coal, dark, shining, black
An unlit fire’s fuel, ready to burn
Your lips meet mine, sparks, igniting fire, low burning,
Your tongue meets mine and now flames burn bright
You unveil, exposing the glories of the divine
To burn the coals of fire in the morning’s light
You’ve been intimate, you’ve had a relationship, you’ve fallen in love, you’ve broken up, you’ve fallen in love again … what’s next?
After All is Said . . . 40 poems about what comes next. What happens after … in a relationship. Read these poems that get to the heart of what comes after all has been said.
Thank da Lawd for dat wide ass,
Fat and juicy, hot buttered biscuits
Melt in your mouth.
Thank da Lawd for them thick lips
Kisses and puckered,
Come to take me home
We come together this day
To say thank you for them hips
Hold em, hold on, Held tight
Thighs, Oh My, them thighs
They thick.
Lawd we thank you, for they do the trick, and the treat.
Thank da Lawd, for all the plenty
That He has so blessed that body with
From the hair on your head to the soles of your feet
Covered with kisses from my lips
Now let us say Grace
Over and over again as I whisper your name
Good food
Good meat
Bend over
Let’s eat!
Sarah and Mike’s lives can get stressful with three kids. During a big fight things get heated … in more ways than one. Find out what happens After the kid are put to Bed. Steamy, rough and passionate.
“Every parent will be able to relate to this book. We have all been there. We will all see ourselves in this book. Read it with your partner.” – Review from Amazon.
3
Three
One to go. Two in between
One more time
Thousand
A thousand nights would be too little to spend in your arms. A thousand thoughts race through my mind. A thousand desires we could fulfill. Time does not stand still. A thousand miles an hour it races by. A thousand echos return our call.
3
Two plus One
One of me, One of you
Oh to once have tried a trinity.
Hundred
Hundreds drown in love unrequited yet you and I have each other. 99 and 1, 50/50, one hundred percent whole. Hold me 100, no cap, no lies. 100 damn nations, 1 passport to fly. I’d search the world to replace you. I’d fail 100 of 100 tries.
Thirty
Dirty thirty, thirsty thirty, the big three oh, oh no, go with the flow, don’t you know, three decades, youth fades, made in the shade, up the hill, over the dale, what the hell, now mature, that’s manure, bullshit, adult fit, no more little girl or boy blue, you do what ya gotta do, twenties are done, you’ve had your fun. Grow up!
3
Finish with haiku
Three lines might rhyme or might not
Yet, it still will end
You left abruptly
No goodbyes or teary eyes
It’s not me, it’s you or other lies to sooth
You just Poofed
Gone
Yet, the ghost of you remains
I’m haunted by your absence.
I sleep alone
In a bed you only visited
I see your ghost in my bed sheets
Boo! An exclamation of fear or disappointment
The ghost of you
Makes me scream.
Boo!
I walk by the mirror, avoiding my reflection
To look in my eyes and see a reflection of you
My mirror haunts me
Asking where are you?
The table in the kitchen
The one we never used
Sits four only there’s now one filled by you
I can’t eat here with you
Looking for a screen to hide
Looking for your eyes
Doors shut and open on their own
Curtains on the window blow
Some may blame the wind
I blame your ghost
You never ghosted me
You just never left
Here with me in my mind
My fantasy for eternity.
A collection of poems about what happens after sex, after the relationship, after you’ve given your heart, had your heartbroken, fallen in love. A collection of poems that say everything After All is Said. Follow the heartache, the anger, the fear, the satisfaction and elation in verse. You’ll find those feelings put in wondrous words that don’t hold back. Read After All is Said …
Do you like slow burn romances? How about stories with women with their shit together but looking for more? Lesbian love stories?
I have a short story for you.
Juanita meets Maria at her favorite coffee shop and invites her on a date. The two have chemistry but is chemistry enough in today’s dating world? Find out in Spice & Soul.
I once had a dream
To write it down
Trickled through my fingers like tears
Spilled on the page
Stained droplets make no sense in the sun
Though I do often wonder, where the splatter
Of blood came from
The motion was quick
Here then gone
She took my hand
Captured in her eyes
We stole through the land
Fleeting as the dawn
I look for her
Ghost in the trees
Shadow in the night
I close my eyes and search
She moves within me
Follow me she whispers
Spirit me away
Take me from my mortal coil
This little death
So swift, so true
Death in your arms
Life in your kiss,
Meaning in our togetherness
A collection of poems about what happens after sex, after the relationship, after you’ve given your heart, had your heartbroken, fallen in love. A collection of poems that say everything After All is Said. Follow the heartache, the anger, the fear, the satisfaction and elation in verse. You’ll find those feelings put in wondrous words that don’t hold back. Buy After All is Said …
Summer rains, thunderstorms rage across our souls.
Crashing through the heat and oppression,
Flaming violence, a flash in the pan,
Creating a respite for an instant.
Drip, drop, drip, drip, drip, dropping from the sky,
Falling on my ground, soak it in your wetness from above,
Turn our clay into mud, mold in your hands the pottery,
To hold the stain of our tea spilled before the masses.
Heat creates steam, soon washed away in a cool breeze.
The storm’s shower extinguishes the fire of the midday sun
Leaves us with muggy, clinging ways
Hold my hand, cling my shirt to your skin.
I breathe in the rain, allowing its moisture to soothe my throat.
Choke me with the fog, cut off my breath with your damp grasp.
Held in your thrall, waiting for the thunder to clap in my ears,
Clasp my hands to my head, blinded by intense light.
Summer storm,
Blow through the land.
Take me with you,
Drown in your brief downpour;
I don’t need to be.
Lightning to hear, thunder to see.
Looking for a quick erotic read? What about a story about a woman getting picked up in a bar? A cynical, smart woman, she’s heard all the lines. Another guy with a line, this one “I can get you in bed with just one kiss.” Yeah, right. But what if …
Recently the discussion of sex scenes in movies/tv shows/books made the rounds of social media. I didn’t really partake as these things seem to come along every now and then like a carousel, with both sides arguing points pretty much to themselves. I do however have an opinion on the matter.
Any sex scene and if we’re going to be completely honest any scene at all should serve a purpose and enhance the story. This is particularly true of sex scenes because they command so much attention from the reader, especially if there is any level of explicitness. For the majority of readers there’s an embarrassment, right or wrong, when reading a sex scene. Also, by their nature, sex scenes are intimate experiences for your characters and therefore intimate experiences for your readers.
Another thing to consider is how explicit is the scene going to be? A lot of that will depend on your audience but you need to keep in mind what you’re trying to portray as well. This goes back to making sure the scene is necessary. If you’re trying to display how slutty your character is can you achieve that with a simple fade to black? Is there some reaction, emotion, or action that happens during the sexual act that is really telling? Then there is going to have to be some build up to that. Some level of explicitness is required. Is the whole sex act just a necessary evil so to speak? Then fade to black might be best.
As you may or may not know, I write erotica. The whole question of sex scenes applies to erotica just as much as any other genre. In fact it may be even more crucial in erotica than in any other genre. Erotica is a story where the main theme is the erotic so the sex scenes are a main focus. A sex scene just for the sake of sex adds little.
The use of sex in story writing is best when used with a purpose and with the knowledge of what it will bring. Sort of like seasoning in cooking use to enhance the flavor of your story or even in a case such as erotica use as the main course but use it for more than just to have it there be it for shock value or titillation. A proper sex scene can do so much more.
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BOUND
Caught.
Kept.
Held.
Bind me. Close me in. Keep me in your heart. Close your fist around me. Shut out the light. Surround me with You.
CAUGHT
Running from You. Running to you. Why did you chase me? Why did you catch me? Why did you not let me go? You've got me. All that I am, don't let me go. Now that you've got me I can't stand without you. You overran my arguments, went right through my walls. I'm caught by the look in your eye. My feet are bound. I'm rooted until you call. You've caught me. I can no longer run. Please keep me.
KEPT
A kept woman? Don't make me laugh. I may be caught but can you keep me? You don't dare me to walk away. You don't put a leash on my collar. A kept woman? Please. Phht. Kept women are weak. I'm an strong woman. I don't Need a man. I don't Need period. You are smiling. You think I can't walk out that door. Like just Your presence binds me here. As if just being Yours can keep a woman like me. I … I could walk out that door that you opened. Yes, even if you stand there next to it. Which would force me to walk by you to look in your eyes one last time. One … Last … Time. You … Would You Keep a woman like me? Can you?
HELD
Held in your arms. Held in Your strength. Held in your heart. Held by your voice. Held by your kiss. Held by your eyes. Held where I am, forced not to run. Held up by your love. Held steady when the winds blow. Held back when I would rush into trouble. Held, by my hand as we walk down the street. Held by you. Held for You.
BOUND
I am bound to You, by You, for You. Held close wanted and desired. Kept in your heart never to be let go. Caught in all that You are. Bound Together.
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