Her eyes are small bite pieces of chocolate and I want to call her eye candy but I have stopped objectifying women because I found a woman who is sweet as she is strong.
She grazes my earlobe back and forth until I smile. We are in her bed, tired from lovemaking, happy from lovemaking, indulgent from lovemaking.
Her forehead is touching my cheekbone and her legs have tangled my leg and I hope they stay that way forever.
Her cream colored blanket keeps us warm and secure from the bitter cold of a December Sunday.
She traces her thumb over my lower lip and I tremble with satisfaction. Her hand slips under the blanket and inside my black slacks. She grabs a hold of my penis.
She pushes my head toward her face so that my eyes lock on to her eyes. Those small bite pieces of chocolate melting my soul, making me quiver a pleasure that is immeasurable and nuanced.
Sultry dreams on hot summer evenings,
as wishes on moonbeams take their flight.
Spiraling upward to dance amongst stars,
in a glorious ballet that has no finale.
Ocean’s receding tides cool a body,
heated by a lover’s ardent touch.
With joyful laughter as the couple play,
at the edge of Mother Earth’s bath.
Hand in hand as eyes meet and cling,
hungrily beneath a brightly lit sky.
Passion ignites the fire in their hearts,
setting the embers to glow once more.
Sinking into the sand as hands and lips,
discover each other’s hidden treasures.
Excitement explodes, as love’s scent upon
the breeze is inhaled deliriously by both.
Dawn’s rising sun brings reality, replacing
love’s aftermath with lonely indents in cool,
wet sand, which the tide quickly fills and levels,
Till no sign remains, of a fantasy shared by two.
By Kathleen M. Kohl/Levinski
We desire the things that will destroy us in the end
It's funny how we protect those who hurt us I think it's because we think there constantly trying to change that imperfection we have with in us how ironic
They told me it would be fun I wouldn't ever forget the feeling, this feeling, they said I'd be cool if I did it, and how I feel cool the cold night air as soft as cotton when it touches my skin but as sharp as knives as the cool cuts to the bone I can see every thing clear as day as if the sun was at my back showing me a new perspective I think that's why I can see the stars shiny behind the thick clouds. I can almost hear them whisper their singing heavenly tunes with the rushing river playing percussion with the river rocks which drummed and the claps of the rips which match every color I've ever seen even the new ones in front of me
i feel like i could fly and belive me i tried every time i landed the grass under my bare cold feet were having tickle fights with my toes there rugged wet tips almost like a dogs tounge licked and my soles they were winning, I the meekest of the meek was now the king of all I Survey and as I watched my kingdom of color, shape and sound they started to take shape of my "friends" all laughing with tears in there eyes I thought it was another one of my renditions of how I perceive things them seemed so real I could almost feel their breaths as they laughed even more hysterically their laughter seemed to shack me to my core so I called out to ask what was the joke
the sky spits at me with great disgust I want to ask why but I could not hear my self over the now screams of my "friends" they matched the screams of banshies and nails on a chalk board I mixture of millions of off pitch piano keys I was In pain a pain I had never experienced before it was every were on my body no fixed place no origin site but raw utter pain I held with all my might it still was no competition for there screeches, I wanted so much to rip off my ears but befor I could for a brief moment i felt at peace one with all and all in me then every thing went black no songs now vivid colors no feeling of anything just darkness then when I woke I saw a bright light took me a second to realize I was back to normal the sun was up but it did not greet me the grass was cool but it didn't fight I felt lonely I check my phone for any massages,
"how was it""do you want more" I thought about all the hell I went through all the pain I felt then I remembered that feeling I wanted to feel it again no I needed to feel it again so with out a second thought I answered "yes" it's funny how we want what will destroy us in the end it's just human nature
A bad trip.
why does love have to start and end so quickly?
My heart has always been for you
See those stars, I see those in your eyes.
You light the sky,my world
We started growing together then rotted apart
How have our seeds parted ways
how do we get back to where we were?
Nights like this I lay thinking of you I wonder if you out there too
My dream is you why wont you make that come true?
Your words hurl rocks at me but I run to you for shelter.
You were always supposed to keep me close not hurt me
You are what I need but is it what I want ?
Many can change but how do I know this is true?
This storm has come many times and I have never found safety.
My heart is aching for you, how do I know if its too soon...
my affection for him is as deep as the color
the red flower, that he gave to me on the
way to school on a warm spring morning,
had turned into after a year of being pressed
between the pages of my father's favorite book.
the flower was soft, vibrant, vivacious. it
somehow reminds me of the way i used
to be up until a few years ago. later it turned dead,
dark and dull, but still very lovely. it looked fragile,
as if the delicate object would crumble down
to the floor with just a light touch. It stained the
pages of the book my father loved so dearly.
he stained me, a daughter who spent the entire
evening of the next day, screaming and sobbing
in the kitchen, begging for my mother to believe
that i've done nothing wrong. my friend threw
the carnation into the trash can, it was probably for
the best. but it's quite often that i find myself
thinking about how much of a comfort that flower
could have been in these few years of his absence.