Monthly Archives: September 2011

EVENING IN

She stood at the counter
Knowing he would be home soon
Humming to herself
As she lovingly prepared their meal

Nothing extravagant
But special nonetheless
An evening to be shared

Food and drink
Conversation
Soft music
Stories to be told
Stories to be heard

Brushing unruly hair back
Pouring another glass of wine
Checking the clock
Smiling to herself
Warm, homey aromas filling the kitchen

Leaning forward
Hands grasping the edge of the counter
She relaxes
Enjoying the smells of home
The taste of the wine
Gentle breeze playing in the chimes

Strong hands grasp her wrists
His body presses against her back
She jerks in surprise
Then relaxes immediately
As his scent fills her world
The warmth of his body
Igniting a fire in hers

He whispers in her ear
Words of love
He missed her
Adores her
Wants her

She smiles
Trying to turn
His grip on her unyielding
Strong and intent

He kisses her ear
Slides his hands back
Grasps her hips
Pressing himself against her
More forcefully

He kisses her neck
His breath hot on her
She shudders
A small moan
Perhaps a whimper
Escapes her

And he smiles
Knowing the need
Knowing the cure

Hands sliding up
Cupping full breasts
Thumbs brushing
Nipples straining against fabric
Aching for his touch

Kisses still hot on her neck
Soft whispers
Questions
Promises

He unbuttons her shirt
Slowly
Slides it from her shoulders
Falling to the floor

Hands returning to flesh now exposed
Softly caressing her smooth belly
Working his way down
Firmly grasping the waistband
Shoving her gypsy skirt to the floor

He stands back for a moment
Drinking in the sight of her
Exposed to him
Exposed for him

He breathes hot in her ear
I see you
And you are
Simply
Exquisite

Pressing himself harder against her now
Kisses on her ears, neck, back
More fervent now
Fingers exploring the delicacies awaiting him
Opening her to him
Bringing her need to fever pitch

Breath coming in gasps now
Trembling
Skin aching
She tears herself from his grasp
Turns to face him

Undeniable desire burning into him
Through emerald eyes gleaming with the heat
Throwing arms around his neck
Legs around his waist

She frantically devours his lips
Kissing his face, his eyes
Breathing in his warm, spicy scent
Senses near overload
She begs him with her eyes

Take me
Please
Take me now

He carries her to the table
Spreading her before him
Tongue slowly exploring
Sampling
Enjoying
Devouring

Bringing her quickly to climax
Shuddering
Crying out his name
He takes her slowly
Excruciatingly to the edge

She begs him
Please
Let me
Make me

She reaches for him
Close
So close

She begins to tighten
Muscles beginning to lock
Back arching hard

And he stands
And walks away

Breath catching in her throat
She stops cold
Screaming from the edge
Unable to go on
Unable to go back
Unable to move

He grins wickedly at her
Over the rim of his wine glass
She pleads with him
Eyes begging
Unable to form the words
Don’t leave me here
Please

Slowly he sheds his shirt
Pants dropping to the floor
Making his way back to her
Standing between her legs

A single fingertip tracing
A line down her stomach
Over her bellybutton
Slowly moving further down
Barely touching her aching heat
She explodes violently

Heat
Desire
Need
Want
Screaming
Sweating

All exploding from her
And then
At that exact moment
He buries himself in her
Completely
To the hilt

She explodes again
Never really stopping
Stars dance before her eyes

And beyond
She sees him
Above her

Desire
Lust
Heat
Love
Worship

He makes love to her then
Slowly
Intently

Filling her every desire
For an eternity it seems
Again and again he takes her

Over the edge
Heights unknown
Blinding ecstasy
Unrelenting
Seemingly unending

Near the point of exhaustion now
She begs him
With emerald eyes
Velvety pink lips

Go there with me
Now
Come with me
And he takes her

Hard
Fast
Merciless
Senses reeling
Desire unrelenting
Passionate cries
Breath coming in gasps

And then
The world explodes
For them both
Simultaneous

Time stops
Nothing exists outside
Just the one they have become

Unity
Completion
All

Hours later, seemingly
Consciousness returns
Breathing slowed to normal again
The gentle sound of wind chimes
Birds chittering outside the window
Warm evening sunlight bathing them
The smells of home

She smiles softly
Dinner’s ready…

© 2011 Jill Terry

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PAINTING PICTURES

Standing in the waiting line, minding no one’s business but her own, when a voice too familiar spoke out from behind her; “I used to have that all the time,” she heard him say; “It’s even better than it looks,” he finished with a chuckle; as her body tensed and her blood ran cold; knowing full well he wasn’t referring the pumpkin spice latte just put back on the menu.

She turned her head, glancing slowly over her shoulder; and there he stood in all his egocentric glory, with what appeared to be a new country club buddy; who looked her once over with eyes of a predator, having just identified his next meal.

She looked down at her phone, at what moments before she’d been lost in, before the unwanted, calculated interruption; slowly she grinned, taking two steps toward him; then standing center between them, she tore her gaze away, raised her head till her eyes met his, leaned in and softly said…

“I used to think yours was the best sex I ever had, even though you fumbled like a school boy, and never once did you bring me to climax.” She smiled as she looked back down at her phone, took a deep cleansing breath then exhaled the words, “Silly girl…”

Her eyes never once left the palm of her hand; her voice throaty, trembling at times, her thumb once caressed the screen in longing; and it seemed for a moment she spoke to no one but herself –

He knows the softness
The warmth
The feel of naked flesh

The helplessness
The beauty
The need
The sensitivity

All happening inside
Opening to his touch
He whispers deep
Hot on my neck

What he sees
What he wants
What’s coming next

He uses his fingers
His tongue
His breath

He touches
He plays
He makes me beg

And just as I
Reach for him
Ready to

Her words cut short, as the Barista called her name; she raised her voice in unison with her eyes, locking with his while noting his stunned expression, “Make it a Quint and hold the whip…”

© 2011 Jill Terry


Reason for Existence

He knew
Without question
Simply no way to explain

Heartaches torn from words
Words torn from heartaches
Cold freezing touches
From the wicked wicked ghosts
Ghosts of Life Past

Blinding love
Illuminating pain and fear
Pain and fear blinding love
Illuminating distance and space
Clutching at familiarity and fleeting comfort

Trepidation ruling emotion
Fear of the unknown
Disaster plan in motion
Tragedy expected and prepared for
Never bearing fruit
But damage inflicted regardless

Simplicity all that is required
An elegance in reality

He loved her
She loved him
Should be the only ingredient
The only requirement

But nothing is ever that simple
Elegance never truly exists

He must, then, simply
Pray and hope
Petition the Gods
Sacrifice to the Fates

That he
Might be

Her raison d’être

© 2011 Jill Terry


FORCED ENTRY

I don’t know what’s happening to me
I don’t know why it’s happening
I don’t know this person
I see my self becoming

Who is this Stranger
I feel lurking inside me

The one that rises up
From some secret blackened pit
Ripping through the veil
Snatching me by the soul

Bounds and gags me
Wraps me immobile
Making me its prisoner
Witness to its rage and hatred

Helpless I hear myself
Silently scream
Echoing inside
Until my mind bleeds

As it storms in fury
Aiming to damage and destroy
That which fills my heart
To the point of no return

© 2011 Jill Terry


LAMENT

She stood in the kitchen
Near the recently cleaned table
Looking down
At the pretty blue plate

Burnt monkey bread
Three individual pieces
Neatly arranged
One for each

The effort at least
She thought to make

But ruined it
Thinking to herself
What was the point

When he walked past
Nonchalantly said
Don’t lament about it

She looked up from the plate
Then up further still
Into beautiful blue eyes
Filled with concern

Don’t what
She heard herself ask
Don’t lament about it
She asked him what’s that

You don’t have to be
Sad about it
Its only just bread

She felt something inside
Resembling a smile
Never a doubt
This was her child

She walked to her desk
Having just woken up
Looked at the wall
Almost two o’clock

He followed her in
Asked how she was feeling
How’s the new medicine
You still seem a little tired

She searched herself
Trying to find an answer
She found nothing instead
Only just numb

She looked up and smiled
Then answered
I’m fine

©2011 Jill Terry


DREAMING IN AMBER

She walked with him there
Once upon a dream

Through the wonderlands of winter
Into the carnival of spring

Crossing that great divide
To reach green fields in summertime

But she lost him to the fire
Of autumns blazing forests

Now she walks the seasons alone
Leaving her mark along the shore

©2011 Jill Terry


Remains of the Day

I saw the shadow
Moving before me
Inching slowly
Down the coast

An illusion of oneness
Reflecting the loneliness
A solitary figure
Etched in the sand

Will there come a time
When the shadow will reveal
Hands clasped together
A twin at its side

Perhaps not along
An oceans sandy shore
Dancing happily instead
Upon a forests floor

When daylight fades
Into twilights magic hour
And that shadow of oneness
Will be the mark of completeness

©2011 Jill Terry


CARPE DIEM

Doppio espresso
In little porcelain cup

Accent thick
Eyelids heavy

Salvatore was his name
Like the Ferragamos he wore

And yes
There was also a Ferrari

He smiled and spoke
She smiled and spoke back

He left before her
Taking the first table for two

Excused himself
As she was passing

Introduced himself
Most eager and pleasantly

Asking if she cared
To join with him

Such an interesting choice
Of phrasing she thought

A test to be certain
A splash of color in the vortex

She held his gaze
For a moment more

Allowed herself the luxury
Of contemplation

Smiled sweetly
Said thank you

But
No…

Walking across the lot
She felt his gaze upon her

Got in the hippie van
Turned the engine on

Looked at her reflection
In the rearview mirror

Slapped the steering wheel
Over and over

Lamenting the scream
Has been suppressed so long

© 2011 Jill Terry


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