Creative Writing

The Best Thing

I love the scent of waking up next to you. Yes, the scent. The mixture of your body and mine under the covers all night creates a sweet scent that I cannot resist. I sometimes wake up and literally smell you. Odd you might think, but it’s the best thing. I start with your forehead, slide my face against yours as I make my way down to your nose and your lips. I stay here for a while and steal some kisses.

You begin to nuzzle against my face in mid-sleep. Wake up, I whisper. You cuddle me in closer and wrap me up into a ball. Our body as one. Your hand slowly sliding up and down my right arm, I can feel the goose bumps all over my body. Your breath around my neck, my hair messy and in your face. I can stay right here sharing this bed with you all day. I don’t want to get up or leave this spot. Our home is this bed in each others arms. And it’s the best thing!

No Shame in it..

I’m soaked. The rain had made its way heavy and rude. Each drop hit my face hard. I tried to look through the curtain of water for the small coffee shop. I couldn’t see ahead of me, the heavy rain blurred my vision. I walked faster pushing myself against the harsh wind. I was drenched, the inside of my shoes have formed a puddle, my clothes stuck to my body like glue, my hair limp and drippy.  Oh what I would do for a cup of warm coffee right now.

I looked towards my right side and there it was, the small coffee shop. Was it there all along or did I walk far enough to find it? I couldn’t recall my exact steps, but here it was – glorious and tantalizing. I open the creaky door and step in. I shamelessly shake off the excess water like a dog.

How can I help you? Said the old man behind the counter. Dry and neat. Large cup of coffee I said. My body shaking from the wet cold rain. Sure, he replied looking a bit annoyed. His eyebrows questioned my being there as if I would ruin his cute shop. I didn’t care. I wanted to feel the warm, savory coffee in my mouth. He finally came back. I pulled out wet money and went to grab a seat.

Victory! I sip softly and slowly, enjoying every bit of the crisp flavor. Bold yet sweet. Mixed just right. The smell comforted my soul. The taste let me know this is worth it! I sat there in awe enjoying the cozy, warm, snuggled cup of coffee.

Time Machine

Over looking my bedroom window,
Large trees fill the backyard,
I can see the street lights through the branches and leaves.

The grass blades gliding through the midnight breeze
neatly trimmed and well framed by the white fence
home for noisy crickets and fluttering light bugs

Moonlight reflecting off the fishpond
I can seen pines floating around
The ripples let you know there’s life in the water

The quaint blue house lay in the middle
radiating energy from the memories of laughter and family
like a flower blooming vibrantly

The large white door made way into the yard,
encompassing barbecued afternoons and musical nights
It all looked entirely mystical from my room at this hour

As if we went back through a time machine
to a land far far away
where once upon a times and dragons and giants came to life

I close my eyes and let my mind travel
pieces of time and moments flash across my dreams
I silently sleep into the night…

I’ll Show you my Love…

Your silence can complete a sentence.

It’s that look in your eyes that speaks louder than words.

The cadence of your breath puts me at ease.

We have come here, together, as one.

And we still question, what is love?

It’s human to doubt, though we’re committed.

How do I answer such a complex question?

I begin to explain, but words simply fail.

No language can express these private feelings.

But darling I promise to show you my love…
Through these hands that will hold you tight,
Through my ears that will listen to your thoughts
Through these lips that will kiss you endlessly
Through my heart that will forever stand by you

I may not have the right words for you, but let my silence complete the sentence!

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