Under blue skies
she’s lost in his
blue eyes.

They worship each
other under the
warm sun.

Day turns to night
lust to love. Under
starry skies,

they became one.

Her fingers twirl his
rusty hair as his eyes
discover her soul.

Loneliness escapes them,
Passion invades them,
 they can finally let go.

Essence to essence,
heart to heart, magic
bloomed beneath skies.

Soul mates found never to part.

© 2008 Jennifer L. Brooks

You lean toward me, the scent of your cologne draws me in.

You slowly back away, your eyes teasing me all the way.

Laughing, flirting, touching, staring we know where we want it to go.

You set down your glass of wine, then lean forward and take mine.

You caress your hand over my cheek; your fingertips make me weak.

You take off your glasses; untie your tie, secret whispers shared, lust in the eyes!

You run your manly yet, gentle hand up my thigh, all the while I sigh.

You pull me to you; I stare in your eyes and see into you.

Exploring each other we both find what we’re looking for, and want it all the more!

I run my fingers through your soft hair, you share a naughty thought in my ear.

I caress your hand, kissing each fingertip; you watch intently the curve of my lips.

I straddle your lap, you twirl my auburn hair, then again there is that ecstasy stare!

I let my soft words fall on your ear followed by my soft, wet lips.

I caress your chest, fall into your hazel eyes, as I reach down and feel your ecstasy rise.

You embrace me, as you pull me closer you lay me down our infatuation collides!

Ecstasy to ecstasy, the passion is building though our lips have not touched.

Finally, you move forward and embrace my lips with yours passion erupts!

Ecstasy rising, what good timing to end this poem, the rest is a secret between us.

None of your business about what’s going on…

© 2010 Jennifer L. Brooks

Trying to get my blog going (it will mostly be my writing and about writing) poetry, short stories, vents, blurbs, quotes and thoughts here and there so I'll be spamming it with new and old writing for a while. I hope you enjoy. :) Just a little background on me. I began writing at the age of 12 as a form of therapy, (I have suffered from anxiety, depression and insomnia all my life and went though some very dark times) hence the “Spill Ink Not Blood” url. I would like to make people realize that there are other ways of dealing with the pain that life can sometimes bring upon them. Reach for a pen, not a knife, pills or alcohol the next time you feel life is getting the best of you and see what you can create. If you find writing isn’t your thing then by all means try something else that will ease the hurt and fill the emptiness in you. As a teenager I wrote several screenplays but I doubt I will ever let any of them see the light of day, I prefer writing poetry and novels anyway. I don't always follow the "rules" of writing, especially when it comes to poetry. When I write a poem I usually do it in several minutes (just raw emotion spills on the page) I don't contemplate every single word, the rhyme scheme etc. as much as I probably should, if I did my poetry would probably be a lot better but I'm full of passion and my thoughts and feelings tend to burst out. I don't think about what I'm writing, I FEEL it. I'm EMOTIVE!