Beyond Words

Words to describe you
escape my mind
fear, hope, frustration, fascination
all these things so easy to find

I am so grateful for you
beautiful beyond words
I simply can not describe you

gorgeous silhouette in the darkness
gives me a knew appreciate of men
running my fingers through your hair
I enjoyed each and every moment

The intimacy reached far beyond sex
learned so much about each other
anticipating what comes next...

Copyright 2010 - KayC, The Quiet Storm

There are no coincidences, there is a reason why our paths have crossed. Fear still holds me from jumping. I want to live in a way that allows me to enjoy life but fear still holds me bolted to the floor. It tells me that I do not want to hurt him. He has been through so much already and sadly thinks real love is not for him.

Ironically I have always thought of a woman being the trophy wife or eye candy. Until meeting him I never thought how a man would feel after being treated as eye candy or the boy toy. When we first met I was struck by his looks but after getting to know him he is...such a pleasant surprise. Every time we connect he brings a smile to my face and I am terrified.

I enjoy each interaction with him. He is an amazing person, a wonderful man and simply...beyond words.

(edited to add - I am not sure where this is going or how it will end. It may become just a wonderful friendship but either way my outlook on relationships has been changed for the better)


Until Next Time,
Peace & Blessings...

At This Moment

At this moment in time
All I know is that I need you with me
I yearn for you with everything that I am
Everything I was and everything I will be

At this moment in time
Right now, right here
My mind digs deeper with the memories of you
And daydreams of our bodies being entangled
where one mind, body, soul give way to two

At this moment in time
Memories just simply won’t due
I want to submerge myself and swim in each second that passes with you
Where legs, arms and minds weave together and eight hours seem like two

At this moment in time
I want you to run your fingers through my hair
and the sensation of your fingers on my scalp
makes me loose my train of thought...
What was I saying?

At this moment in time
Your beautiful face is forever burned into my brain
Your touch is stored in my psyche
Your kiss is etched on my skin
Your hug keeps me long after you let go

At this moment in time
I know that I need/like/love/want/desire you
At this moment in time
I realize you are not a reason nor a season
At this moment in time
I simply want you to be mine.

Copyright 2009 - KayC, The Quiet Storm

Peace & Blessings...

Sometimes, When it Rains...

When it rains
I only want to be held and rocked
Rub my hair and tell me it's okay
For time to stop ticking on the clock
Sometimes, when it rains...

When it rains
I hate the storms
but love the sound
i like learning the lesson
but can't stand the pain, profound
Sometimes, when it rains...

When it rains
So hard to remember the good
When the bad invades
Seems like forever
like running a Boston in Spades
Sometimes, when it rains...

When it rains
My mind can't wrap around it
That it must rain for things to grow
It needs sunshine and rain, I know
But sometimes, when it rains...

Copyright 2009 - KayC, The Quiet Storm

It's been raining here off and on for weeks. I like the rain, love the sound of raindrops against the windowpane. I love the wind and melody it makes. Growing up my grandmother used to tell us "to be still and let God do his work." Funny how I still do that to this day.

Rain makes me want to grab a good book and cuddle up with my quilt. Years ago I remember cuddling with my SO and we would literally lay around the house all day. Now...there is no SO, it's just me and my quilt.

Days like today make me long for someone in my life. A serious someone who holds the same interest in me the I do of him. No games, no pretense, just transparency. Sunny days are easy, those days go by like clockwork. They do not make my heart hurt, they do not make me long for something that I miss.

But sometimes, when it rains...

Believing in Bliss

My eyes closed
Enjoying your fingers
Run through my hair
Touch my scalp tenderly
Losing myself slowly

Getting lost
Caught all up in this new find
As your hands run down my back
This moment burned in my mind
Losing yourself slowly

My skin responds
To being touched
As it’s been so long
Since fingertips have brushed...
As I lose myself slowly

Maxwell plays softly
As both our eyes are closed
Intimacy finds us
Fully clothed
As you lose yourself slowly

Never would have imagined
It could feel like this
To simply lay next to someone
In total bliss…

Copyright 2009 - KayC, The Quiet Storm

I wrote this the beginning of February. After a perfect date with a wonderful man. My line-sister/road dog/sister-for-life tells me all the time that "God does not coincidences" and I am starting to believe her.

I believe that everything happens for a reason, even if you have no idea of what that reason may be. My last post was about Doubt. This one...is about fear. Fear is a powerful motivator. When things go wrong people fear what will happen next. They talk about the other shoe dropping like it is a ticking time bomb.

How about when everything seems right?

Why do we (as humans) forget that somethings things are just supposed to be. Why do we let fear run us away from something because it feels too easy, too nice and just too right? Because we fear we may not be ready for what God has placed in front of us?

Why is it that when we ask for something and get it, we run away from it?

Thank You (The Poem to the Ex)

Thank you for...
Cheating on me, it made me stronger

Thank you for...
Breaking me down emotionally, it made my skin tougher

Thank you for...
Verbally abusing me, it made me realize I can make myself happy

Thank you for...
Treating me poorly, now I can appreciate being treated well

Thank you for...
The hate you showed me, I learned I can not love a person past their pain

Thank you for...
The wounds you inflicted, the scars make for good stories

Thank you for...
Isolating me from my family and friends, it forced me to work on myself

Thank you for...
The money struggles, I now appreciate my good finances

Thank you for...
Making me feel inferior, I revel in my nearly drama-free existence

Thank you for...
Forcing me through all of it, because now…

I am a whole person and I am healed.



© 2008 KayC, The Quiet Storm

Rhythms from a Drum

Rhythms,
Slow, sweet rhythms
You start to play
I step out of the shadows
As you look at me slyly



Slowly
You beat a sweet rhythm
Never danced before
But you take me
To another place, space, time



The rhythm speaks to me
Sweet, methodical and erotic
I see you look at me
Sideways, as you beat that drum



Everyone is gone
It is just me, you and her
As you beat that drum
Playing us into sweet ecstasy




The drum speaks sweet things
Beyond my body to my soul
I catch your eye
And you look at me



A slow smile crosses your lips
As the rhythm picks up
My soul, mind and body forgets the crowd
And dips, sways and swings




To the rhythms you beat
Out of that thing called a drum
Make it talk to me
By the end everyone wants some



You work me into frenzy
As you beat that drum
My body feels it
My soul feels it
As our eyes lock


Rhythmically
Hypnotically
...As you beat rhythms on the drum