Coffee Induced Chills

Sitting,
In silence.
Holding a hot cup of coffee.
Bringing it to my lips.
Inhale.
Chills grace my skin,
While warmth fills my soul.
In this moment, I am happy.

Cinnamon

Sitting with my coffee,
Savoring the cinnamon aroma.
Sunshine creeps through my windowpane...
Fall breeze, sneaks past my bare feet.
And in this moment,
All I crave is your touch.

Exactly What I Mean

I close my eyes,
And feel a rush.
I lay in bed...bundled tight, in blankets that refuse to do anything but cling to my skin;
And I pretend it's your touch.

I can't help but to dream of you,
As lovers do,
When touch is distant,
And words are all that we can hang on to.

So I whisper to the stars for you,
Feel myself,
And cast a spell for you,
In the last full moonlight this decade holds,
I hold my cards,
And hope you fold.

Your body so soft,
Your soul so hard,
Babe,
Listen... I'm listening,
Just lower that guard.

Let your words flow freely,
As we strip back, and strip down.
Let me hold that heart, for just a minute... let me feel your thoughts and dreams.

You know exactly what I mean.

For What It's Worth

She smells like sunflowers and honeysuckles,
But keep her roots with her,
As she wanders the world.

She drinks too much espresso, 

And can't help but curse.

She loves dancing naked, 

And reminiscing through lyrics of her favorite songs... those moments never lost. 

She sometimes cries until her eyes are blackened with mascara, 

But she always picks herself up, because life is too beautiful, too precious to let it get lost. 

Sometimes she loves too hard, 

That her heart aches... but that pain has only made her stronger. 

She sings to the wind, in hopes it carries her voice,

And gently touches nature, when she needs grounding. 

She is wild, and sees the world through a lens, sometimes out of focus...

But she is undeniably herself,

For what that's worth. 

Late Night Intoxication

Just the thought of you gets my body moving in waves,
Rhythmic.
Imagining how silk-like your skin feels,
Gripping you hips,
And sliding my hands to your ass and gripping again.
The sound of your sigh resounds in my head.
The way we both know exactly what we want, and how to get it...
That alone, is intoxicating.

Fly Swatter

You can try to suppress the thoughts of pain, anxiety, and longing...
But it feels like simply batting away at an annoying fly...
It simply returns, seemingly unbothered,
And more persistent. 

So alone

You ever feel so full that you could burst at the seams...
Like you could let go of the ledge you are dangling from?
And everybody in your life is stepping just  a little more on your fingertips, without even knowing you are about to fall to your death?
I feel that every second of every minute behind my forced smile, and I try to be everyone's crutch...
As I tried to fix, and mend... and help them learn to bend...
I could drown in the chaos,
But find peace as my lungs explode.
You ever feel so surrounded by others,
But feel so alone?