Looks Can Kill

If looks could kill
My man would truly fit the bill.
He’s drop dead handsome,
His moods erratic and random.

Every time he leaves me cowering
My vases would be flowering.
His sweet nothings mask his controlling
Making me wish the cops were patrolling.

His devotion, vows and gifts
Signal that he is evermore
Loving me to death.

Afraid to speak, afraid he’ll decide
Today’s the day for the judge to preside.
Justice to my man
Has rules I don’t understand.
As far as he’s concerned;
I wear his brand.

I am his property;
I cannot run, I cannot scream;
No matter where I flee;
He finds his punching bag;
My screams for his steam.

My soul fell in a hole
So deep I’m lost forever.
His threats a heavy toll,
In his everlasting control.

Drake and Colette

Drake wondered what Colette was doing? He couldn't even look in the mirror when he thought of what he'd said to her. Her eyes went flat; he felt like he had broken something inside of her. "It's just who I am? What does she want from me anyway?" he muttered aloud to himself ignoring the looks of classmates as he pushed through the crowd.
"Dude, this is a party." One of his football team mates slapped him on the back, "What's with the sour look." He shoved a shot of something into his hand, "Drink dude. It'll all good." A goofy grin plastered his face. He slapped Drake on the back, then promptly forgot he was there as a cute, little, brunette from the sophomore class slipped under his arm with the same overindulgent smile.
"So, hunky football man...." she started as Drake made his escape.
Drake threw the shot to the back of his throat anticipating the burn indicative of his forthcoming mental escape. He overheard a small group of girls with their backs to him.
"I told you he would come around sooner or later." The voice of Ashley Anne trilled with self-righteousness, "She not one of us and he is. That's all there is too it."
Brittany giggled, "He's so dreamy."
"Close your mouth Brittany," Ashley Anne said, "I don't know what he ever saw in her."
"Yeah," Mary chimed in never to willingly outdone by the pack,"she's a whore." Brown nosing had always been her in to the popular click,"not like you Ashley Anne."
"I think she's a money grubbing...."
"Shut up!" Drake shouted at them all loud enough for everyone withing six feet turned to check out the excitement. The whole room might have grown quiet if it were not for the loud music.
Ashley Ann's mouth fell open in shock that Drake would speak to her that way. "Who does he think he is?" she said to his already disappearing back.
"It's that Colette girl," Brittney said,"just wait until he's been away from her for a while. It'll all get better now that he's escaped her mind games.

First Crush

First Crush

Fluttering heart wings

Waiting in the porch swing

Dreaming you were here again

Stars in my eyes

Dancing butterflies

It’s a first crush

Can’t escape a heart rush

Can’t explain my sweet hush

Won’t let go of Love’s flush

Won’t give up my first crush

Wishing my feet towards him

Just as the lights go dim

Jangled nervous energy

Scared he’ll see through me

Scare I’ll never be

His dream to see

His first crush

Hoping our hands will brush

Melting pieces when our eyes touch

Clinging forever to my

First Crush

Day 1 April 13, 2010

Rhea stared at her gold skin, brilliant in just the right light. She lay in the suns rays soaking it's strength through her skin. Moments like this she loved this thing she'd become. The feeling of power and beauty enveloped her mind and body.
Here on a beach she fit in more than anywhere else. Her too golden skin attributed the eternal beach bunny title. Sun drenched, oiled, and tanned bodies littered the beach all around her. This was one place she could hide in a crowd and let her guard down, a little. Besides any one of a number of dangers, she could hear or smell for at least a quarter mile.
"Excuse me," a shadow fell across her face stealing her sunlight and her momentary escape, only to replace it with a racing heartbeat, butterflies in her stomach and anticipation of his touch.
"Can I help you?" a mock innocent expression gracing her face. She peered up into his dark silhouette, "My what a shadow you cast strong boy."
"Casting shadows is what I do," he turned, flexed and struck a few poses. "Did you know you are about the hottest thing on this beach?"
Rhea smiled just savoring the sweetness of him, the sweetness of his scent. Fresh cut oranges emanated from his every pore. She stretched longing to bring him closer to touch and consume that scent. As if reading her mind, he dropped to the ground beside her propping his head in hands behind his head. She sat up and leaned in for a hug, her face nuzzled into his neck. The strong orange scent filled her nostrils making her mouth water. Maybe just a little taste she told herself.
She bit her lip trying to maintain her self control. He smelled so delicious. I won't hurt him; just a sample is all I'll take. Part of her knew she was lying to herself; a taste would only make her want more. She lifted her head looking down at his sharp jaw below angular cheekbones. She avoided those gorgeous eyes begging her to kiss him. Every time he tried she turned away, ran away or conveniently busied herself pretending not to notice.
This is the part she hated most about herself as this thing she was now. Her love hate relationship with herself that ruled her relationship with everyone and everything. How could she be with him and not hurt him? It was only a matter of time.