At Last
Tonight as I lay in his arms
I began to melt, and I was
once again clay to be formed
as he would have me.
I felt the walls that I had so carefully
planned come crashing down
into the sea that was my
loneliness … and I knew love.
Devil
By: Tracey H. Kitts
The candlelight reflected in your eyes
seems appropriate, for I’ve always
seen the devil in you.
My polished red apple, my original sin.
You manage to entice me with your charming grin
A Vampire's Kiss
Tracey H. Kitts
In the dark of night behind closed doors,
a hunger in my eyes draws me to yours.
A gentle touch a familiar embrace,
familiar to me like a lover’s face.
You’ve come back to me for another taste.
A kiss so seductive as delicious as sin,
not like the touch of poor mortal men.
I’m damned if I don’t, but damned if I do.
Nothing can stop me from devouring you.
You think you’ve come here of your own free will,
but I’ve called you to me with a desire you cannot kill
Forever in darkness, never again to know light,
I take your curse upon myself tonight.
I touch my lips to yours, a taste so sweet, I shall know no reprieve.
Silently I wonder, was this how the apple tasted to Eve?
My Favorite Mistake
By: Tracey H. Kitts
If I had to make another "mistake," I'm glad it was him.
If you could bottle his voice, one would become
intoxicated by the sound.
By the flowing rich texture, like a soft and
sensual fabric, rustling against the skin.
Like a poisonous toxin, he flows through
my veins, spreading ever closer
to my heart.
Fingers In My Hair
By: Tracey H. Kitts
The wind brushes softly past my face
and I am reminded of your touch. The
soft caress of gentle hands that I’ve
come to love so much. Your fingers
run through my hair, chasing away
my worries, brushing past my cares.
The wagging tongues of the world grow
still when you touch me. So, I stand
here in the wind and let it blow the hair
back from my face, quietly remembering
a touch that my mind cannot erase.
I let it brush away my worries and blow
away my cares, just as your fingers used
to do, when you ran them through my hair.
The Color of Romance
By: Tracey H. Kitts
Pink is a flirtatious someone for
embrace you are willing to take a chance.
Lavender is a soothing person whom
you'd like to know more of under a
different circumstance.
Orange is a fire that you cannot put out,
it makes you scream, from within and without.
Yellow is the golden hair of the one who got away.
We know we'll love them longer than just today.
But, we know we are done for when we see Red.
It inspires us to do more than take a chance.
It goes beyond entrancing us with a single glance.
Red is the color that passionate souls see
when they dance, for red, my dear, is the color of
romance.