Rage
November 5th, 2009 by Karen
My heart screams in anger
caught in the web of deceit
thrashing against the barbs
bleeding like so many times before.
Never again! It rages like a caged beast
beating itself senseless against the bars
knowing its futile vows are just that
useless against the inevitable.
Scuffed and bruised,
torn and bloodied
in the gutter of its own making.
Posted in Poetry & Writing, Private | 0 Comments
You Said
August 24th, 2009 by Karen
you said forever
you said soulmate
you said my love
you said everything
you meant until next week
you meant until I’m done
you meant my temporary lust
you meant nothing
Posted in Private | 0 Comments
Surface
March 1st, 2009 by Karen
floating
like a forgotten blossom
on a wood ringed pond
making nary a ripple
bobbing slightly with the breeze
as the mist swirls tightly
all promise of life
lost in the chill of evening
and the depths of oblivion.
Posted in Poetry & Writing, Private | 0 Comments
Night
February 16th, 2009 by Karen
Trails of fabric discarded haphazardly
dotting the couch and the floor and the stair
In a race to unveil each other
to tender lips and insistent hands
we leave them where they fall.
A tumble of sheets and pillows
of soft lavender and musk
prying and teasing kisses
ebb and flow, needy and tender
across our skin.
Nibbling gently across my collarbone
his hands slowly kneading, tugging
drawing murmurs from
parted llips, fingers buried
in your hair.
Nails down your back, tracing fading red lines
as your mouth finds firm flesh
soft moans become groans
as your hand slips lower
barely grazing.
I feel your smile grow against my skin
Nimble fingers tease and touch
until finally damp
you slide one gently home
to my fervent moan.
I let my eyes drift closed,
lost in the sensation
as you nibble across my belly
until suddenly your tongue
rasps across the pearl betwixt my thighs.
Shivering in surprise and pleasure
I watch your loving worship
in awe and ecstacy
slowly wanting all of you
more with each firmly gentle nudge.
Sensing my need you rise to fill it
kissing lips softly
even as you sheath yourself in me
hand and glove, sword and scabbard
a sacred, ancient dance.
Posted in Private | 0 Comments
Chivalry
February 16th, 2009 by Karen
He opens the door
She bestows a smile
He shifts out of park
She smoothes the creases in her skirt
He fidgets with the radio
She digs through her purse
He finds a parking spot
She opens her door before he gets there
He opens the restaurant door with a bow
She laughs and smiles
He banters with the waiter
She chooses a wine
He orders a steak and potatoes
She does the same with vegetables instead
He smiles at that
She blushes and fusses with her silverware
He talks about his day
She listens intently and sips her wine
He asks about her family
She smiles to know he cares
He finishes his dinner
She only eats half
He orders a coffee
She orders chocolate cake
He asks for a second fork
She grins indulgently and touches his hand
He blushes
She gets the first bite
He only takes a little
She feeds him the last bite
He touches her arm
She blushes warmly
He takes care of the check
She takes his arm
He opens the door
She lets him
He drives her home
She asks him in
He kisses her softly and takes her hand
She blushes and closes the door behind him.
Posted in Private | 0 Comments
Reverie
January 22nd, 2009 by Karen
In a small dark hollow of my heart,
a secret spot,
where my dreams live and die
accumulated with years of dust and grime
I hide my fears and laughter
my joys and terror,
my failings,
my sadness.
Antique memories lay scattered,
like scraps of paper
blown by the wind
well worn with touch and tears.
Tattered and silent
I sit among the remants
of plans and hopes, rose petals,
well meant words and unsaid murmurs.
Never expecting the knock
and filtered sunshine
your palm bestows
into the recesses of my thoughts.
1/1/09
Posted in Private | 0 Comments
Dreams
January 22nd, 2009 by Karen
In the half light of dawn
roused from slumber
delicious drowsiness sealing my eyes
I feel you move from my side
stealing across the covers
the warmth of your palm
hovering at my shoulder
sliding down my languid arm
crossing my stomach with a feather touch
before closing tightly over my hip
I sense your pause
coiling like a tiger to pounce
the tension in your leg like a tight spring
solid against my thigh
inching slowly over my body
shifting your bulk above me
I sigh softly as you lean closer
your scent assaults me
draws me deeper, awakens my passion
your voice whispers, deep and dark
speaking to me of forbidden desires
and matters of the heart
I surrender my will to yours
stretching in a liquid motion beneath you
the heat rising where your skin meets mine
crying out softly as you slide forward
joining us firmly in a rapturous embrace
our bodies mingling amongst the tumbled sheets
I bite my lip, stifling moans
grasping the headboard tight
as you slide your hands under my shoulders
pulling me towards you
we move faster in unison
until your groans erupt within me
pulsating and seeking my own sweet release
I whisper my devout thanks
into the ether, effused with warmth
feeling your lips brush mine fleetingly
as your weight tenderly lifts
releasing my clasp and reaching for you
yearning for you to remain
encountering nothing but air
I open my eyes to the new day
and to the flat expanse of ceiling
hovering oppressively, preventing me from taking flight
slowly drawing myself up on elbows
searching for your elusive form
flitting as if a shadow, stealing from my side
pulse races and blood pounds
the deep throbbing of our lovemaking
the only lingering evidence of your presence
here nightly in my dreams.
4/28/08
Posted in Private | 0 Comments
Angel
January 22nd, 2009 by Karen
Bright thoughts of you illuminate my soul
as unquenchable as fire, as unchang’ed as the soothing breeze.
Speak not, sweet angel, of the tragic shards of night,
nor of the passing of the stars,
but of the passionate hope met in the dawn of morn.
While soft lips whisper passion
driven by a feign’ed no so little meant and coy,
thusly spake leads ever onward to the gentle violence of joy.
11/29/07
Posted in Private | 0 Comments
The Vault
January 20th, 2009 by Karen
This is my innermost writings. Most of this has never been seen by eyes other than mine.
It’s a little out of order, but I don’t know how to fix that yet.
Posted in Private | Comments Off
Homecoming
January 20th, 2009 by Karen
She stood on the balcony
hair the color of madrone, dancing in the breeze
watery blue eyes, gazing, searching
as her dress of gauze fought the wind
and grasped for her.
Beautiful, but sadness consumed her
eminating from her, as if she was only that
and she waited, picturesque against the stone
cold and weary.
The clouds blew in slow from the east
as the night began its watch
The first star appeared
and then she knew.
She raised her trembling arms
and begged the sea, the wind, the clouds
and lastly the star
the star they shared.
She saw the face in the mists
thrown up from the sea
before she heard the step on the flagstone,
warmth enveloped her.
As closed eyes only see
she knew as lips touched
he returned for her
and she whispered welcome home.
1994
Posted in Private | 0 Comments
Next Page »