Friday, September 21, 2012

Was In The Mood To Write


Like Honey

Golden like honey,
She shone in the sun.
Looked like hardened whiskey.
Almost the color of sap.
Holding my gaze long,
Unable to break the invisible
String that linked my eyes.
I had to watch her.

So thick with sweetness,
Her aroma drifted my way.
Had me looking around for
A beehive ready for harvest.
My lungs involuntarily inhaled
As if I had never experienced
The most intoxicating scent ‘til now.
Let me just breathe her in.

Soft and almost moldable
Her flesh gave way to my embrace.
Skin feeling like it had been
Covered and caressed with silk.
Drew my fingertips close
Like the allure of the curves
Of a brand new Bentley.
I wanted to hold her longer.

Liquid sugar on my mouth
As I kissed her cheek politely.
Closed my eyes to enhance the
Savory splendor that remained.
Had to run my tongue over
My lips to commit that
Flavor to memory.
I ached to lick her all over.

Her smile spoke a million
Silent words like a melody.
It sang not only to my heart,
But to all the cells in my body.
Bobbing my head as if I were
At a lounge and the sax crooned
 And calmed my inner turmoil.
I could listen to her quiet for hours.

But to know her was not to
See her,
Smell her,
Touch her,
Taste her,
Or hear her.
For that, I had to ask
The bees.

Copyright © 2012 NLG


On The Down Beat

The music comes on.
Just before dawn.
The clothes come off.
No need for the cloth.

You get turned on fast
Thinking about the past.
When he twists and turns you around
You let out one of those familiar sounds

Up on all fours, glad you just took a bath,
Your eyes roll as you remember your math
Noting each of the eight beats to a bar
Losing count as his tongue reaches far.

This part you don’t have to remember
’Cause he’s only ever gone ’til November.
That cut buddy that always has a pass
’Cause his handprints look just right on your ass.

You get that old thing back time and time again.
Throwin’ it back on him while he pushes it in.
Never having to remind him that you like it hard
He sips the milkshake that brings boys to the yard.

And it’s never mattered, the temperature of the heat,
He has always known to stroke on the down beat.

Copyright © 2012 NLG

Monday, September 17, 2012

Wrote this a while back...



He She Him


She looked into his loving eyes

To see a reflection of a glorious self

He idolized her; called her Queen

He simply loved her, despite her shortcomings

But did he realize, recognize?

Could he see but not identify?




She adored him.

He was all she had ever wanted

He supported her ventures

He was emotionally there and fully engaged

Communication wasn't lost on him

No hiding emotions or taking hers for granted.




With him, it was simply unheard of

He loved her and that was that.

But...




She knew from past experiences

One can never love enough for two

Guilt was no substitute for love either

He was worth more than that

The butterflies in her stomach had turned

To moths feasting on her already tattered soul




She laid her head on his chest

Listening to his heartbeats spell her name

A tear escaped as her spirit flew to answer

The rhythmic melody tugging at her soul

She was supposed to answer and

Her heart should be singing the harmony




His heart song was never accompanied

She called for him and that was that.

But...




When she dreamed of her future,

He stood there embracing her dreams

They would live happily ever after

A storybook romance of how hearts could mend

From shattered brokeness and pain

Came the most miraculous mosaic pieces




She looked into her lover's eyes

He stared at her like she was the only woman alive

Her tearful sorrow told him she knew he was one of many

The worst part about it all was the deception

He tried to love her from soul to heart

However, her heart had filled its quota




He only had eyes for her

She only had passion for him

But...




He and him were not the same.




Copyright © 2012 Natasha Guy