Withdrawels

Tossing, turning
Stomach burning
Eyes glazing
Fever blazing
Hands shaking
Ground quaking
Head spinning
Ears ringing
Internal fire
Mad desire
Need my fix
Need it quick
Skin is crawling
Body falling
Pain bottom to top
Make it stop
It’s gonna win;
I’m giving in.

Tequila

Every night when I come home
It looks at me—it feels alone
It wants to be there in my hand
I never notice what the brand
It whispers softly through the night
Until I finally give up the fight
I walk to it slowly, inhale the smell
I pour it quickly; I’m under its spell
It makes me want it oh so bad
Whenever I’m happy or when I’m sad
It’s my comfort, my shining star
There’s always a bottle at my bar

The Day

I woke up on my wedding day
So nervous, excited and scared
Friends came to keep my nerves at bay
I’m so happy that they cared

The lady came to do my hair
I put my makeup on
I didn’t have to decide what to wear
My gorgeous white dress made me calm

I closed my eyes and lifted my arms
They set it gently over my head
I picked up my veil and my lucky charms
And sat on the edge of the bed

I clasped my hands in each other; this was the day
Now all I had left to do was… pray

Passion

The Look
Our eyes meet
You step closer
I follow
My heart races
I see you closer
You touch my hand
I tremble
I smell your cologne
And feel your hot breath
Calm, confident
You brush against me
I feel dizzy
Come closer
Our lips touch
Fireworks explode
You caress my cheek
And take me
My heart races
Slowly my body screams
You can feel it
I feel it in you
The passion rises
Take me now
Our hearts race together
And we become entangled in a web of emotions
Crazy little thing called love

Summer

The smell of sunscreen all around
The sound of flip flops on the ground
The careless laughter in the breeze
Summer puts my soul at ease
Big pool parties, camping trips
The feel of ice cream on my lips
Aloe lotion when I burn
I apply it gently with concern
Scorching heat waves, little rain
Sometimes summer can be a pain
Misting stations and kiddie pools
Lots of panting and doggie drool
Fruit salad is such a delightful treat
Lots of watermelon I do eat
Cannonballs and belly flops
Daisy dukes and halter tops
Margaritas and ice cold beer
Summer’s my favorite time of year

The Campfire

Gorgeous colors, orange and red
The sound is soothing; it puts me to bed
The delicious smell, the smoky air
It flickers long without a care
It reaches out to me during the night
It sleeps not until the morning light
The friendly gatherings by the fire
Roasting marshmallow on a wire
Cooking hot dogs, drinking beer
The fire rages, but I have no fear
It wants not to hurt me, I know it’s true
The colors are turning from yellow to blue
The heat, it grow stronger as we fall asleep
We are not alone; our company it keeps
It guards us safely until we awake
Long nights around it, the friendships we make
The campfire keeps our souls at ease
While out in the open, the time seems to freeze
When the campfire dies down, we sadly go home
But it’ll wake again shortly; it’s never alone