Kisses Down Low

If you’ve interacted with me on other social networks, you’ll know that I’m cheeky… very cheeky. I embrace the playfulness within me. More specifically, I love songs that embrace that playful side of a woman. Some women aren’t as open with expressing anything as it relates to being playful, let alone sex. Me? I’m pretty frank about what I like. I’m frank, yet tactful and tasteful (pun intended).

Kelly Rowland’s song Kisses Down Low is currently one of my favorite songs. Aside from being produced by one of my favorite producers (Mike Will Made It), it’s also playful. I feel sexy when I hear it, and even though the video is all performance based (pun not intended), the lyrical content is very direct. Fellatio isn’t a table topic. It’s more so a topic people would discuss amongst their closest friends. However, I’m pretty open with the topic with even my Love. There’s nothing wrong with being a “freak”, just as there’s nothing wrong with being in a relationship with a “freak”. I know, I know. You’re probably squirming in your seats hanging on every word as you’re reading wondering where I’m going with all of this. Well, things can only go down from here (lol).

In all seriousness, I love that Kelly addresses a topic that some people wouldn’t ordinarily discuss so openly. For some women, fellatio is a serious subject. There are also some women who say it can make or break a relationship. I’ll admit, receiving from a man is absolutely mind blowing, if he does it right, if he’s doing everything his woman likes. For me, the joy in giving is just as much a turn on as it is receiving. Knowing that a man is pleased with what I’m doing to him, turns me on that much more. The gift in giving is knowing that the person receiving is truly appreciative and pleased.

In what ways do you give to your Love to express your love? Are you knowledgeable about the art of fellatio or do you prefer a more traditional way of love making?

Until next post,

Lia

“Kisses Down Low” as performed by Kelly Rowland

You put in over time, over night, doing everything I like, go so right yeah
You hold me close, squeeze me tight, look me deep inside my eyes, baby you know I love it
But nothing can compare to when you kiss me there
And I cant lie when I lie in your arms baby I feel so sexy

So boy just take your time, send chills down my spine
You’re one of a kind, that’s why I gotta make you mine

Boy you turn me on, got me feeling hot
Now I’m really going

I like my kisses down low
Makes me arch my back
When you gave it to me slow
Baby just like that

I like my kisses down low
Makes me arch my back
When you gave it to me slow
Baby just like that

Baby get a little rough that’s okay
Baby go ahead do your thang, ride away
And I love it when we misbehave
Me and you together babe, we can do everything
Boy, if somebody could see the way you kiss on me
Oh they won’t believe it, cause even I don’t believe it but I love the way I’m feeling

So boy just take your time, send chills down my spine
You’re one of a kind, that’s why I gotta make you mine

Boy you turn me on, got me feeling hot
Now I’m really going

I like my kisses down low
Makes me arch my back
When you gave it to me slow
Baby just like that

I like my kisses down low
Makes me arch my back
When you gave it to me slow
Baby just like that

Speed it up, heat it up, let it go, let it go, let it go
Till I get, get enough, you never know, never know, never know
I like that there, yeah that there,
A little more to the left (yeah right there)

So boy just take your time, send chills down my spine
You’re one of a kind, that’s why I gotta make you mine

Boy you turn me on, got me feeling hot
Now I’m really going

I like my kisses down low
Makes me arch my back
When you gave it to me slow
Baby just like that

I like my kisses down low
Makes me arch my back
When you gave it to me slow
Baby just like that

Criminal (the movie)

Everyone loves a fairytale ending to a love story… or do they? Sometimes the journey of life will lead a person to a fork in the road where you’re faced with choosing between love and another passion or life goal. The beauty and adventure in life is when the road leading to love is chosen. A couple’s initial meeting, the courtship, taking things to the next level, the engagement, the marriage, starting a family… and then they ride off into the sunset happily ever after, right? Yeah right! Love would be boring without tragedy, tumultuous times and triumph.

As most of you know, I use lyrics as a means to express my life experiences to the world. Honestly, I’ve been through and am going through a lot but I never like to share my problems with too many people because everyone has their own life issues going on. However, for the sake of therapy, I felt like sharing a little bit of my life experiences as they relate to Pop/R&B/Latin artist Jae’are‘s music short Criminal. Although Criminal provides more of an exaggeration of how I can relate to the topics Jae’are sings about, it’s relatable nonetheless.

The movie Criminal is about love, betrayal and revenge. Anyone who’s been in love knows all too well how wonderful it feels to not only be loved, but also how exuberant one feels when loving someone. It’s all the other extra bullshit that comes along with loving someone that turns a person’s world upside-down. The lies, the cheating, the betrayal, the fighting… whatever the form of negativity that creeps it’s way into any relationship can quickly make things go sour. However, that initial attraction, the chase and honeymoon phase of a relationship is the bliss people look forward to. Heck, I know I love those phases because of the sheer happiness and joy felt with every moment. It’s the phases after that, that I’m not too fond of because of the choices made by the other person. The fighting because of lying, cheating, insecurities, possessiveness, obsessiveness, jealousy, etc. Like I said, all the other bullshit that comes along with loving someone is what’s draining and frustrating, and can ultimately be the demise of a relationship when pushed to the brink. Yet, the true mark of a man/woman is the patience, sacrifice and fight they have left in them to make a relationship truly work.

But even after overcoming so many obstacles, a person makes a choice to continue seeing that person or moving on to another situation they feel of which they’re more deserving. I’ve been through these kind of relationships. I’m a stronger person now because of what I’ve been through. But having gone through all of that, my greatest fear is being hurt again. Building up a fortress, just to have it all come down because someone was so patient and devoted to tearing it down to show me that he’s different from all the other men I’ve dealt with or society warns us about. Even in doing that, the vulnerability and the fear of being hurt again is the scariest feeling in the world. Like the ending of the video, sometimes I just want to blow shit up, salute the remnants left in the flames and walk off into the sunset like actors do in a movie. But like love, happy endings aren’t all that simple.

If you could choose your happy ending, what would it be and why? How can you relate to the storyline of Jae’are‘s music short Criminal?

Until next post,

Lia

Sorry

I’ve come to a realization that building up a tough exterior and a wall to keep from being hurt is lonely. After being hurt so many times in so many ways by several different people, it’s hard to depict who is being sincere and genuine. It’s hard knowing precisely who out in this world is trustworthy with my innermost thoughts and especially my heart. I’ve been on both the receiving and giving end of hurt and apologies. I don’t ever intentionally hurt anyone, but sometimes I want to express myself verbally and not be judged by what I’m saying or what I’ve done that led to me having to apologize.

But even so, a simple sorry is sometimes just not enough. When it’s been said so many times, it loses its effect. There are some things that shouldn’t be said so much because of that reason. An apology is one of those heartfelt sayings that shouldn’t have to be repeated so many times, right? You’d think that after the first, second, third or even fourth time “sorry” is said, that it wouldn’t happen again. It’s hard for someone to stop saying sorry if they are completely oblivious or unaware to what it is they’re doing wrong. I’ve heard some people say that they hate saying sorry. Pride, stubbornness, clueless, insensitivity, cold-hearted, there are many reasons why people struggle to say a simple “I’m sorry”. Personally, I use to have a hard time saying it because I once cared too much about being right rather than being considerate to a person’s feelings.

The older I get, the more I realize how easily it is to say sorry, but it’s in the delivery that truly carries out a heartfelt apology. I’ve found that creatively showing I’m sorry, better shows what I feel in my heart. Others apologize through text, with a phone call, an email or even through FaceTime. If those are the only means of communication one has to say “Sorry”, then that’s acceptable. However, if you truly loved someone and they loved you as equally, a creative way of apologizing would be more appreciated. Send your significant other flowers at his/her workplace, serenade him/her at karaoke night when you’re out with friends, devise a plan to send him/her on a treasure hunt leading to you, meet up for lunch a couple times out of the week, send a sexy video or photo reminding him/her to come home early, go to a gentleman’s club together or surprise him/her with a candle lit dinner on the roof top of a building with a beautiful view. I’ve done these things and I’ve had these things done for me. God has given me the gift of being resourceful. I’ve learned to tap into my gift to show my heart, to show my love. Today, now more than ever, I need to really make an effort of showing that softer side of my heart and love to prove that I’m apologetic. Why? I’m a hopeless romantic and I recognize that I may have said and done some hurtful things to hurt the one I truly love. I won’t say what it is I’ll be doing, but I do know that I hope he accepts my apology for my craziness.

What creative ways have you apologized to the one you love?

Until next post,

Lia

“Sorry” as performed by Ciara

All I wanna say
Girl I wanna say
Saying I’m sorry

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

August 4th, we were chilling at the house
Said I’m done, I told you to get out
Didn’t mean a word that I said
Cause I was hoping you would come back

Cause I tried and tried
And I cried and cried
Up late at night and I’m hurt
And I tried to fight and I cried to God
Ooh, please let it just work
And I’m going crazy with you
You got me so confused
Cause you walked away, and I walked away
And we should’ve stayed baby

All you have to do is say that I’m sorry
Baby I’m sorry
And I’m in love with you
Baby I want this, baby I want it
Say baby I’ll do what it takes
And I will be here all the way baby
All you have to do is say that I’m sorry
Baby I’m sorry

You wanna know if I was moving on without you
I miss you, miss you, miss you, I miss you
To tell the truth I’ve thinking bout you lately
I miss you, miss you, miss you, I miss you

Christmas day, you said you had a ring
But you changed your mind
Too caught up in the streets
Boy your truth is hard to believe
Why are you really scared of me

Cause I tried and tried
And I cried and cried
And up late at night and I hurt
Cause I put in mine and worked all the time
And you never put in your work
And I’m going crazy with you
You got me so confused
Cause you walked away, and I walked away
And we should’ve stayed baby

All you have to do is say that I’m sorry
Baby I’m sorry
And I’m in love with you
Baby I want this, baby I want it
Say baby I’ll do what it takes
And I will be here all the way baby
All you have to do is say that I’m sorry
Baby I’m sorry

You wanna know if I was moving on without you
I miss you, miss you, miss you, I miss you
To tell the truth I’ve thinking about you lately
I miss you, miss you, miss you, I miss you

I miss the way you hold me
The way you touch me
I miss the way you kiss me you give it all
All I wanna do (do)
All I wanna do (do, do)
All I wanna (do), all I wanna (do), all I wanna (do) do
Is say that I’m sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry
So sorry baby

Baby, all you have to do is say that I’m sorry
Baby I’m sorry
And I’m in love with you
Baby I want this, baby I want it
Say baby I’ll do what it takes
And I will be here all the way baby
All you have to do is say that I’m sorry
Baby I’m sorry

You know I think about you sometimes
I wonder how you are
Are you happy

You see I know
What we had was special
And I know you know it too
I miss you
I really miss you

Speical Delivery

I’m not usually one to be at a loss of words, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have those moments at all. I’m also not one to usually share my innermost thoughts with just anyone, particularly the world. So me writing this post is a small window into my thoughts and emotions on an experience that has consumed my life. I share what I share not only for personal therapy, but more so for those going through what I’ve been through or are currently going through what I’ve been through. I pray and hope anyone reading this hears me. I pray and hope that anyone reading this knows that you’re not alone.

When I first heard Bridget Kelly‘s song a few months ago, when it first came out, I was taking a long drive out of town. I often do that just to gather my thoughts. It helps… sometimes. But on this particular day, the long drive wasn’t helping because what I wanted to express would only backfire. That’s at least what I felt. I had finally let down the wall I had put up because of all the hurt I experienced. For another chance at love, at trust and at a happiness, I let my guard down. That’s the risk most of us take when it comes to love, right? That’s also the risk most of us struggle to ever forgive ourselves for taking.

But hearing “Special Delivery” brought a moment of clarity to the many thoughts that had been clouding my mind for quite some time. I had gotten away from blogging about my thoughts and experiences. I had gotten away from what was my therapy for so many years. Why? I entrusted someone I hold near and dear to my heart with my innermost thoughts, which then eventually led to my bout with writers block. I had allowed an outside influence effect my thoughts, which led to effecting my writing, which then effected my mood and emotions. Like usual, I had taken on some projects to help others with their work and their dreams and I lost a bit of myself in the process.

Every lyric sung in “Special Delivery” is relatable to what I’ve been through and even what I am currently going through. I don’t often listen to the radio, but when I do, this song seems to come on every time. Coincidence or not, I see small things like this as a sign. Not a day goes by where I don’t ask myself, “What the hell are you doing?” or “Will you wake up already?” or “Am I crazy?”. I’m human. I’m flawed. But at this point, and at this age, I really don’t care what others think about what it is I do and say. I maintain my tact, respect, dignity and integrity, but when it comes to what others think of how I love, whom I love and why I love… I really couldn’t give two fucks. This is the moment where I gesture with a “thug shrug” and keep it moving.

This specific post is me taking control back of what I let so easily get away from me: my creativity as it relates to writing. That’s not to say that I wasn’t being creative the time I spent away from sharing my life experiences through lyrics, songs and music. What I am saying is that I recognize what happened. I realize, now, what I need to do to get back to what’s most important to me. I am now making the effort to send my “Special Delivery”. For me, it’s not so important to whom I’m sending my special delivery, but more so that I’m putting it out there into the universe because ultimately, God will see me through what it is I’m going through. He brought me through this situation and I know He’ll see me through it as well.

In what ways do you cope with dealing with being hurt in a relationship? How have you handled interacting with someone who could potentially be your Mr. Right?

Until next post,
Lia

Special Delivery performed by Bridget Kelly

Wrote him goodbye letter today
With conviction in every stroke
Licked the envelope and sent it away
Wanted to do it the old fashioned way
Didn’t want no text or tweeting
Wanted him to feel every word that I say

Boy I hope these tears I cry
On the paper don’t dry
Before it make it to your side
I want you to know what it feels like
When your heart is done I’m so tired
I hope when he reads these words
This hurt I feel bleeds through
Before the ink dry
I want you to know what it feels like
When your heart is done
I’m so tired

So I need you to
Hurry hurry please mr. mailman
Overnight it if you can
I need you to feel me,feel me
This is a special delivery
Hurry hurry now before I take it back
Before he cleans up his act
I need you to feel me, feel me
This is a special delivery
Got me saying ohhh, special delivery
This is a special delivery

Funny how words take a life on their own
When you said you love me
That’s what I believed
But I was so wrong baby
Boy in your arms I never felt more alone
But now that I got me back
Got my heart on track
I’m moving on

Boy I hope these tears I cry
On the paper don’t dry
Before it make it to your side
I want you to know what it feels like
When your heart is done I’m so tired
I hope when he reads these words
This hurt I feel bleeds through
Before the ink dry
I want you to know what it feels like
When your heart is done
I’m so tired

So I need you to
Hurry hurry please mr. mailman
Overnight it if you can
I need you to feel me,feel me
This is a special delivery
Hurry hurry now before I take it back
Before he cleans up his act
I need you to feel me, feel me
This is a special delivery
Got me saying ohhh, special delivery
This is a special delivery

Stickwitu… Naughty Girl

Hello everyone and welcome to this week’s Wednesday Writer’s Blog.

It’s been a few months since my last music blog. As you all know, my poetry has been in the spotlight during these last few weeks. I’m getting back on schedule with music related blogs for Music Monday and Writer’s Wednesday. To start off this year’s music blog, I’ve chosen to feature guest blogger Jon Bradbury. Without further ado, everyone welcome Jon!

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Just to introduce myself, my name is Jon Bradbury. I have eleven e-books under my belt so far with more on the way. All of my books are in the Interracial niche market, specifically black woman with white man. If you’re wondering if I will ever branch out, that remains to be seen. Never say never, I always say. LOL

Twitter is the most wonderful website. You can meet the most amazing people and that is how I got to write this guest blog for Lia.

This blog is all about music and how it ties in with my writing.

When I write, I’m always listening to music, whether to block out the noise (whether mental or literal) or just to help me think and concentrate, I always have some music playing.

Sometimes listening to music has either inspired ideas for new stories, or given ideas for current stories. I’m always ready for it. Even 530 am in the morning, on the way to work, an idea can suddenly strike like a bolt of lightning.

Exactly what music is playing depends on the type of scene I am writing or my general mood, or both, but you can always count on one of two artists or both in my personal playlist.

1. Beyonce

I like most if not all of Beyonce’s music but one song I never get tired of hearing is “Naughty Girl.” And please, don’t ask me why, or start trying to analyze. All I know is I like this song. We all have our inner naughty girls. Some let them out to play only on certain times. Like me. Usually when I play this song I’m trying to write a love scene or when the girl first meets the guy.

“Naughty Girl”

I love to love you baby
I love to love you baby.

I’m feelin’ sexy
I wanna hear you say my name boy
If you can reach me
You can feel my burning flame

I’m feelin kind of n-a-s-t-y
I just might take you home with me
Baby the minute i feel your energy
Your vibe’s just taken over me
Start feelin so crazy babe
Lately, I feel the funk coming over me
I don’t know what’s gotten into me
The rhythm’s got me feelin so crazy babe

Tonight i’ll be your naughty girl
I’m callin all my girls
We’re gonna turn this party out
I know you want my body
Tonight i’ll be your naughty girl
I’m callin all my girls
I see you look me up and down
And i came to party

You’re so sexy, tonight i am all yours boy
The way your body moves across the floor
You got me feelin n-a-s-t-y
I just might take you home with me

Baby the minute i feel your energy
The vibe’s just taken over me
Start feelin so crazy babe
Lately, I feel the funk coming over me
I don’t know what’s gotten into me
The rhythm’s got me feelin so crazy babe

Tonight i’ll be your naughty girl
I’m callin all my girls
We’re gonna turn this party out
I know you want my body
Tonight i’ll be your naughty girl
I’m callin all my girls
I see you look me up and down
And i came to party

I love to love you baby
I love to love you baby
I love to love you baby
I love to love you baby

Tonight i’ll be your naughty girl
I’m callin all my girls
We’re gonna turn this party out
I know you want my body
Tonight i’ll be your naughty girl
I’m callin all my girls
I see you look me up and down
And i came to party

2 The Pussycat Dolls

The other is The Pussycat Dolls. I have loved their music ever since “Dontcha” came out, and especially since I had the pleasure of seeing them in concert, when they were on tour with The Black-Eyed Peas.

Aside from the fact I admit I have a crush on Nicole, like jillions of people out there, I really love her singing and never get tired of hearing her music, especially “Stickwitu.”

If I play this song, I’m probably writing a scene where the girl and the guy are together. Not, ahem, “doing” anything specifically, just being together.

“Stickwitu”

I don’t wanna go another day,
So I’m telling you exactly what is on my mind.
Seems like everybody’s breaking up
Throwing their love away,
But I know I got a good thing right here
That’s why I say (Hey)

[Chorus:]
Nobody gonna love me better
I must stick with you forever.
Nobody gonna take me higher
I must stick with you.
You know how to appreciate me
I must stick with you, my baby.
Nobody ever made me feel this way
I must stick with you.

I don’t wanna go another day
So I’m telling you exactly what is on my mind.
See the way we ride in our private lives,
Ain’t nobody getting in between.
I want you to know that you’re the only one for me (one for me)
And I say

[Chorus]

And now
Ain’t nothing else I can need (nothing else I can need)
And now
I’m singing ’cause you’re so, so into me.
I got you,
We’ll be making love endlessly.
I’m with you (baby, I’m with you)
Baby, you’re with me (Baby, you’re with me)

So don’t you worry about
People hanging around,
They ain’t bringing us down.
I know you and you know me
And that’s all that counts.
So don’t you worry about
People hanging around,
They ain’t bringing us down.
I know you and you know me
And that’s why I say

So, these are just two of the songs that I like to listen to while I’m writing. I hope you’ve enjoyed this blog.

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Thanks again! Bye, and thanks to Lia for inviting me!

Explanation of My Poem Caged

I won’t delve into great detail about the situation and circumstances that inspired my poem “Caged”, but I will, however, discuss what things are like from my point of view and the emotions I go through daily because I can’t fully express my love the way I want and need to.

As I write this, honestly, my tear ducts overflow. Why? I’m emotional. I’m human. So sue me! I’m such a hopeless romantic. There is so much I wish I could share in this specific blog post with all of you, but… well… I can’t. Trusting someone completely with their word has always been hard for me. Hell, it’s hard for everyone. I don’t let just anyone get to know me. I’m a very private person. And in his own right, so is he… to a certain degree. His career requires him to be in the limelight. I’ve been in the limelight, I don’t crave it. But somehow, the limelight is drawn to me. It finds it’s way to me either via a friend, family member, a mentor or a colleague. Somehow, someway I end up back in the limelight.

My poem “Caged” is not only about not being able to escape the limelight, but also about not being able to openly express my love for the one my heart chose. Any which way I go, there’s nowhere for me to escape. There’s nowhere for me to openly be me. You’re probably asking why, right? It’s complicated. My life is complicated. His life is complicated. Yet, somehow, we found each other and together… we’re even more complicated. Our love is, especially, complicated. There’s a parallelism with our lives that is unique, but that uniquess is the exact reason I can’t even speak of our love. I have my reasons. He has his. We leave it at that.

What I am learning through this process is how strong I am, how stupid I feel, how naive he thinks I may be, how foolish I was to get myself into this predicament but most importantly, that through it all I pray for him. So that makes me wonder, does he even pray for me?

I’m beginning to ramble, but I just needed to get my thoughts out my head. Feeling caged sucks. When love begins to suck the life out of a person, it is no longer love. Sometimes, it just fades, which also sucks because that makes me feel like I’ve lost my luster. Who knows?

One thing I do know is this: I don’t have STUPID WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD! Hope that memo gets to him.

Until next post,

Lia

XoXoX

Caged

Censored… Choked… Constricted… Confined to a place where I feel alone because of a love so restricted.

Awake… Ashamed… Afraid…
Alive but as if I am dead. Not able to express to the world the love I’ve shared and made.

Gullable… Grief… Gone…
Giving my all still, as much as it feels right, I understand that I know it’s wrong.

Error… Exile… End…
Excuse me as I vent about something and someone who is more to me than just a friend.

Dying… Dies… Dead…
Defenseless against a force I cannot fight but can only suffer in silence and only fight what’s going on in my head.

-Lia-

Marvin’s Room

In the last few months I’ve taken a break from speaking my mind on music and lyrics. Other things and other people had and have been inspiring me in other ways. And as most of you noticed, poetry is what I’ve been writing these past couple of weeks.

Nonetheless, I’ve been meaning to get back to writing about music and how I can relate to lyrics. Today, I figured I’d write on Marvin’s Room and the raw emotion felt with every remix I’ve come across. Ever since Drake released Marvin’s Room, I’ve been seeing so many remixes and covers done by so many people, even A-List artists have put their own spin on the song.

Why?

One word; Loaded question.

Heartache.

One word; Loaded answer.

Most of us have felt heartache, and even more so, heartbreak. Listening intently and carefully to the lyrics of all Marvin’s Room remixes, I can feel in the lyrics and voices of each singer, EXACTLY what they’re feeling. I’ve been there. I’m going through that. It’s an all too familiar emotion that many of us try to avoid because of a previous break up. But still… we believe enough in love to give it another chance.

I struggle to open up to anyone who tries to get to know me, especially in matters of love. I’ve recently done so, and now… well… now… for many reasons, I feel myself shutting down again. As hard as I try to maintain my strength, we all know that opening an old wound only makes us cringe and shut down. I’m human. So sue me.

As easily as all this is to write about, it’s not as easy sharing these emotions with the one my heart has chosen to love. He’s busy, so he says. Personally, people make time for what they want to make time for. I find spots in my day to make quick videos when I’m thinking of someone, so I can send them later. I feel like I’m the only person who does this. Am I? Someone please tell me I’m not.

I feel like reciprocity is dead. Most people would say that love is dead. I don’t believe that, but all these versions of Marvin’s Room let me know that somewhere, someone is feeling the same way I am. Misery loves company I guess, but I just wish THAT someone, somewhere, was the one my heart chose. *shrugs* Like always, I bottle things up.

It isn’t so comforting listening to Paula DeAnda and JoJo’s version of Marvin’s room, but it sure is fucking relatable. Lord knows I can relate to both!

Anyways, I feel like I’m rambling now. In any case… I felt like writing out a few thoughts and sharing them with all of you. Not that any of you really care, but I just needed to vent before this busy week and weekend begin. Have a blessed Fourth of July.

Until next post,

Lia

XoXoX

Fate

There’s no telling what I could possibly do.
Steal a warm squeeze or wet kiss from you.
Neither would be enough to quench what I yearn.
What I give to you freely cause you’re deserving, others would have to earn.
Unleashing within me the cravings like that of a vampire.
Your touch, a taste of you, your love, your whispers are what I desire.
All of that wouldn’t ever be enough to feed these hunger pains.
You deep inside my walls are what my body needs and craves.
The rhythm of our bodies together, much like that of an ocean’s ebb and flow.
The anticipation builds. Our bodies ready to simultaneously explode.
I look into your eyes, speaking to you what words have escaped from my mind and my mouth.
Gripping the skin on your back, only able to let out murmurs and whispers, together reaching the ninth cloud.
My body shivers and convulses, with every move you make
Our bodies exhausted, tired and now limp. In my head this will all replay.
How you held me for the first time. How we made love for the first time.
Finally able to sleep in your arms and wake up next to you and think “this should be a crime”.
These days are coming and I’m holding onto hope and faith.
That you’re wishing and praying for these same things. Us meeting has truly been fate.

-Lia-

One of a Kind

A finger print
The stripes on a tiger
A scent of a bottle of fragrance
The unique beauty of a liger

A birthmark
The spots on giraffe
A beauty mark
Your infectious laugh

A strand of hair
The age rings on a tree
The many ways you show me you care Each time you say you love me

Blades of grass
The strokes of a pencil on a sheet of paper
The curves of my ass
A baker’s cake’s layers

Your voice, the sound of such sweet decibels
The delicacy of such a beautiful mind
A child’s traits, only of his parents does he resemble
No two things are exactly alike. You… You are simply one of a kind.

-Lia-