Intimate…

Mood: We laid here for moments listening for heart beats and unspoken words, our hands caressing flesh and gliding around curves. We met at the lips, sharing breaths as our intentions shifted. Now here we are, you and I, becoming intimate. -Valerie Rene’a

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Never Knew…

I never knew it could get better

better than this

we became more than intimate

more than just a kiss

more than the sensations that ran through our fingertips.

We revelled in the moment

moments like this

momentarily losing ourselves

exchanging energy as our passion

was revealed; sealing and binding us together.

Never have I known anything better

we were love exposed

love unscripted

love exhaled in bliss

love within every hour

of

every minute

stopping 

just to start all over again.

and 

again

my body becoming your

second language 

and you’ve yet to enter it.

Never have I known anything better

better than this

better than

this 

love

we’ve experienced! -Valerie Rene’a

Sometimes sleep doesn’t find me…

I know many of us lie in our beds at night replaying  the day or coursing through the memories in our heads. Some of us mask our pain well, while others fight through the urges to release pent up demons. We lie in our beds peering at the ceiling, listening at the noises that sound out in the background. Some of us are taken back to dark places in our lives and that pain forms in our eyes and now we lie on tear soaked pillows. We get that feeling in our throat where former pain is trying to force it’s way out of our mouths. We wore masked smiles during the day and displayed happiness only to lay in the bed lonelier than before. We shake our heads and become fed up that we were led out of the storm but still wet from the rain. And we just lie and wonder when will the clouds that hover over us  completely dry out. When will this happiness that we seek be found. And we wonder if true love is written in those clouds, because where I stand only darkness is found. Sometimes sleep doesn’t find me…just this empty bed to which I am bond! -Valerie Rene’a

I feel as if I know you

I know this may sound strange but I feel as if I know you, countless hours spent on the telephone where it seemed like my words became songs and you in tuned. Energy rapidly released through frequencies where physically you wasn’t here but mentally I saw you. There were good vibes between us, and I knew you could feel it too. You said it’s weird how we connected, the exchanging of energy that grew waves of amplified anticipation to meet. You became a drug to me, coursing through veins causing a high, an undeniable feeling. I had an urge to submerge myself into your being, becoming intertwined with you physically. I’ve never known depths like this, from simple conversational exchanges. The words you spoke, the way you think, and how you said you wanted to make love to me. This was eternal bliss, the way our bodies aligned transferring climaxes. I could no longer fight it, inviting you inside becoming wedged between my walls as they collapsed around you, hands caressing my frame, kisses  exchanged, now love was being made…I know this may sound strange but I feel as if I know you.
Valerie Rene’a

Letter to her

Letter to her… I received your letter today and I must admit it took a lot in me to open it. I don’t know how many nights I tried convincing you that with was were I wanted to be. I couldn’t take no more of the arguing and screaming, nor the constant accusations of me cheating. I don’t know what happened to us, you let the women of my past dictate what matter to us. Yet I still love you. You were the best thing that happened to me. You don’t think I miss all those things you spoke of in your letter to me. I miss your scent as you pressed up against me. I miss those stressful nights where you would grab my hand and say “baby come pray with me”. I miss how you motivated me and push me towards the man I came to be. But somehow your thoughts became cloudy and you lost your faith in me. I never thought we’d end up like this, this separation between us. I was the best man to you that I knew how to be, and those words I spoke to you, I was speaking truthfully. Shit, thought of losing you just hit me..But, I’m not like your last dude, so stop mistaking me.
Valerie Rene’a
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