[Poem] I Understand

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In honor of World Poetry Day, here is a piece from my book Like. Love. Lust., available on Amazon.

I Understand
by DNC

Delicate kisses on the nape of my neck,
Remind me of a long night and heated sheets.
Your index finger takes a ride on my endless curves.
Remembering all the shortcuts and dead ends that you graciously seek.

Pillow cases damp from the clinching of my teeth.
The neighbors would not and could not know your name,
Not at least this soon,
Not at least without some additional inner peace.

Peace of mind to know that what was done was real.
Real emotion. Real intentions. Real connection. Real for me.
How could something so sweet and innocent,
Make my body lose control and release this inner beast?

A shy girl now lost in erotic thick bushes and tall canopies,
Steps back out of the shadow a lioness.
Proud, sensual, carefree and in control of her land,
Her temple, her very own savannah masterpiece.

A perfect arch calls for our body to meet, right in the middle where I can see.
Understanding now how to get what I want from a willing soul.
Understand that my body is much more than a night.
It’s the answer to your condition, your life’s vital remedy.


#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 12

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So here it is…Day 12. It was a bit rough there but I’m happy and proud that I pushed through all the time-zappers, health issues and mental barriers that happened. This will be my last post of 2018, so let me leave you with a the message:

Love doesn’t fit a mold but when you feel it, it’s unlike anything that you know. You will get lost and found through every stage but what makes love powerful is it’s undying need to live.

Now on to Day 12 and I know you’re caught on on Day 1-11 right?

The Season for Living: Part XII

Time escaped clocks and my heart slide deeper in to despair. I had a bad feeling about Cade and what had happened. And hour passed and still not call or text. I couldn’t call again because my heart would break into a thousand pieces if I heard his voicemail once more.  

I could no longer pace since my nervous legs started giving out at each step. I just sat on my couch and waited.  

Snow was inching up my window sill. It’s funny how the night started with laugher and smiles to only end with confusion and emptiness.  

I wondered why God would play with my heart only to leave it bare – unprotected in this moment of loneliness.  

For a second, I wondered if this was all dream. That would make it better and easier to deal with. But I’m wide awake and afraid that I’ve lost my someone. The person who was made for me. 

I silence my thoughts and close my eyes…and I say a short prayer. 

“Please bring him back to me safely.” I let a tear fall and lay on the couch pillow.  

Then I heard a door slam. Like a car door. 

I spring up from the couch and head to the front door. Before I can open it, I see headlights diming as a shadow moves toward my door. Is this something coming to tell me about Cade? 

No. It’s Cade.  

I open the door and stand looking at the man I love.  

“I’m so sorry, there was an incident and then I listened to your message and…” 

I couldn’t listen to him in more and I pulled him into me, taking his lips into mine. It was a bold move that changed our lives faster than either of our words could.  

He held me tight and me enjoyed our winter embrace. Snowflakes melted from the love growing between us.  

Each kiss was more perfect than the one before. Each touch conjured up more heat than than my body was willing to share outside. So, we went inside.  

No more words or thoughts were needed. Each moment was dedicated to our new connection. I took his coat off and placed it on the rack, where it will now sit everytime he comes over. He placed his keys in the island basket and waited for him on the couch.  

Our eyes locked, telling our souls what we needed from each other, which was a simple answer of “more.”  

He sat next to me on the couch and I turned my back to him, inviting him to unzip my sweater. He accepted the invitation.  

I almost thought for a moment and then I stopped, allowing my soul to live.  

My sweater fell off my shoulders. Sitting topless in front of him didn’t feel foreign, it felt appropriate for what I wanted next. He kissed my neck from left to right and back again. His palm caressed my spine as I memorized the size of his hand.  

A small moan escapes me. I’m ready for him for him to see me. I turned and faced my love and watch his face begin to glow. He was more than satisfied in this moment and we were just getting started.  

I unbuttoned his shirt, then unzipped his bullet proof vest. I don’t know what actually happened tonight, but he doesn’t need this to protect his heart anymore – I’m here.  

Breast to chest, we kissed and let our hearts get what they desired. The snow fell up to 7 inches, we couldn’t match that but four times was enough for now.  

As I said in the beginning, my longtime friend has become a short-term lover and only time will tell how it all ends, but how can things go wrong when two hearts beat perfectly together, all the time in unison, to their own special beat.

#12DaysofaShortStory Challenge – Day 10

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Here we go–Day 10! I’m back on it and I hope you’re enjoying the story. Let me know what you think in the comments section and make sure you’re up to date. Catch Day 8 and 9 here.

The Season for Living: Part X

The short hand reaches the long hand and I know that 8:45 p.m. is his lunchtime. I dial his number and it rings. I wait and I wait. He’s not picking up but I’m willing to wait some more.  

Our short time away from each other on the phone has opened up new thoughts and wants. I want to know what we could be. I’ve thought about how much he means to me. So, I’ll wait for him to pick up.  

Then he does. “Tee, I’ve got to…” 

I have to interrupt him before my confidence waivers.  

“Cade just listen; I love you too. I’ve loved you for a while now but more as a friend, which also seems to be like a relationship but you know what I mean. If this is love, I’m willing to try it. I just can’t lose us. I need us to work, either in a relationship or as friends but I need us. I think you’d agree when I say that this friendship is unlike others. It’s not necessarily normal but it’s for us. Just like a relationship would be. It’s a unique situation that I love and the common denotator of it all is you.” 

I take a breath and give him a moment to squeeze something in, and he doesn’t. I listen to the air in the background and I continue.  

“I felt something when I first saw you and I’ve felt it ever since. It wasn’t until you said something that I even realized that these feelings were more than just a friendship. You’re closer than any of my girlfriends and more loving than my father. You’ve been around when I didn’t know that I needed you. You’ve listened when I didn’t know I needed to talk. You’ve looked at me when I’ve felt ugly and worthless and told me that I was worth more than the world deserved. You’ve filled my soul with what it needed far before I knew what I wanted. But now I know I want you. I want us. I want to try this, together.” I waited one last time for a rebuttal but nothing.  

“So, what do you think Cade?” Silence. And then I hear a murmur in the background and his voice yelling at someone.  


The phone hangs up. 

To be continued tomorrow…

A Thanksgiving Love Note: Love’s Blessing


Happy Thanksgiving!

with passion,



Like. Love. Lust. is a story told through prose, sonnets, narratives, and long-form stanzas, speak to the beauty in discovering each emotion, and battle with the complexities of their natural course, also known as human nature.