After Hours..., It Was Written...

Chanm Lensomni #1

“Did you miss me?” he asked in a hushed tone as he wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled his nose into her hair.

“Not as much as you hoped I would,” she scoffed in reply. “Obviously you didn’t miss me very much at all.”

“Hey now,” he said, sounding genuinely taken aback. “I’m not the one who walked away. That was your choice, remember? I sat up long, lonely nights waiting for you to come back.” He pulled his head back and cocked it to the side to gaze at his beloved’s face, but her thick, kinky hair blocked his view.

“Oh no,” she snapped, suddenly wiggling away from his touch. “No, no, no! You are not about to sit here and play the Guilt Trip Game with me. Not for the bullshit. Not today.

“Aww, girl, I’m not here to argue with you. I’m not trying to make you feel guilty, either. I’m just saying…”

He sidled up to her on the other side of the room where she had retreated. “You really didn’t have to leave. I missed you.”

His dark brown gaze penetrated hers, and she could feel him slipping through the windows to her quietly quivering soul.

He swept down upon her so suddenly she didn’t have time to react. The next thing she knew, she was surrounded by a solid but gentle kind of warmth and her face was pressed snugly against his chest. 

She felt relaxed, safe and at ease, even if these feelings were against her will; that was simply the effect of a hug like this.

One of those Brown Sugar kind of hugs. There was simply no escaping.

“You never answered my question, sweet lady,” he continued, now stroking the small of her back. “I said did you miss me?”

The only thing that pulled her attention away from the moisture that appeared from nowhere between her legs, was the smoldering sensation at the top of her head, which told her that he was staring a hole through her skull, through all seven of her chakras and straight down past the hardwood floor.

Did she dare look up?

Her mind screamed no, but her heart whispered–

“Yes?”

His voice, daring to complete her thoughts sent her face snapping upward to look at him.

“W-what?”

“Your answer,” he returned smoothly. “From all this silence, I assume the answer is without a doubt, ‘ Yes.’ Yes, you missed me.”

Yes, she did miss him. Those dark, mysterious eyes; that velvet chestnut skin…did he need to know that though?

Right now, at that?

Her mind screamed no, but her heart whispered…

 

© 2016 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.

 

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Poetry

Fantasy

You are stuck in the reality of nightmares…
But I prefer fantasy.
You are sad, strange and deluded
But I prefer fantasy.
You are all science and methods and technical jargon
But I prefer fantasy.
I prefer…
Fantasy.
Magic spun quietly,
Threaded between the stars
Matching the interwoven spirals
Of my DNA.
I prefer fantasy,
Can’t you see?
Rituals and precious jewels,
I got the Hoodoo
to the Voodoo
in my Juju.
Mojo on point
Fantasy in my mind
I prefer
Candles in all colors
Chants and mudras
The word of the stars and planets
Ancestors and altars,
Umbilini activation,
Dances with nature,
Journals and journeys to worlds unseen
But ALWAYS felt,
ALWAYS present.
I prefer fantasy over horror
Spirits over ghosts
Guardians over ghouls
I prefer fantasy…
Can’t you see?
All the things ever hidden from me
I prefer fantasy…
The Truth needs no defense
The Truth cares not about your hurt feelings…
Darkness is…..
Darkness does….
Love….Light.
“Fantasy…”
Everything you dread and fear
Is very REAL to me.
Most intellects do not believe in God but
I prefer…
I prefer…
I prefer…

© 2016 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

(Ayyyyyyyy, this is my first poem of 2016! 😉)

 

It Was Written...

1

I watch your body’s movement

Its language I’m so attuned to

Your eyelashes lower suggestively

And I get caught up inside…

A sensation I can never seem to get used to

The warmth of your gentle fingers

Caressing me

Graceful and full of meaning

I become so overwhelmed with passion

Seeking my Soul deep in your arms

I know that this is only the beginning

But why do I keep fearing

Fearing for the end?

 

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.

After Hours..., It Was Written...

Girl Talk

31

— Girl, why do you keep chasin’ after that man like a lost puppy who thinks it’s found its owner? If he wanted you, he woulda at LEAST noticed you by now.

— Girlfriend, who do you think you foolin’? All those love letters you keep writing….and NEVER sending. *snickers* Lord KNOWS desperation wasn’t a trait He crafted in the First Man…OR Woman.

— Girl, you keep singin’ the same sad song while your tall, fine, Black knight just walks on by, tone deaf and icy.

— Girlfriend, did you forget? WOMEN can be thirsty too, and you’re lookin’ QUENCHED!

— Girl, um…are you LISTENIN’ to us? You got that silly look on your face again–you know, the one that tells us you AIN’T listenin’.

–Aw, come on, girlfriend. You KNOW we love you and we only got your best interests at heart. That means US telling YOU that HE is NOT interested in YOUR heart.

(they burst out into raucous cackles)

–Yeah, girl! We’re trying to SAVE you from yourself! You don’t need another embarrassment to add to your love life experience. Remember the LAST TIME???

–Girlfriend, look…somebody that fine probably already GOT somebody. Wake up!

–Girl, let’s forget about him. We’ve got some red wine and rocky road–let’s get it!

–Girlfriend, we DEFINITELY needed to have this talk. Now I feel so much better since we’ve talked you back into your senses. Pass me that bottle real quick….

–Girl, I’ll grab the bowls and spoons…!

But SHE never got the chance to utter a single word.

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

It Was Written...

It Was Written (3)(H)

Dear You,

I caught you staring at me before you realized that I realized that you were staring at me, so you quickly turned away a half second too late. Do you realize how much I want to love you back? Do you see that I’d rather be standing with you under the Sun? Tell me and tell me truly….who broke your Heart? Who rented that space inside your chest before me? Who inflicted damage and attempted to leave you beyond repair? Shattered. Broken. Do you see what’s there? I do…let me show you. Let me go to my car and grab my tools…

It Was Written...

Two, Too, To

“You’re trying too hard,” she said. “You’re trying way too hard.”

He hung his head low and stared down at his busy fingers: thumbs twiddling, fingers lacing and unlacing. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air. Finally, he glanced up at her and asked solemnly, “So what would you have me do?”

She leaned forward, grabbed his hands and stared straight into his eyes. “I,” she said, “wouldn’t have you do anything. That, my love, is up to you.”

© 2015 K. N. Dozier. All Rights Reserved.

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