Rapture

Tonight

I need you to place my body on a cloud

Adrift between your fantasies and my candy coated dreams

To an ecstasy others haven’t explored yet



Christopher Columbus my mayflower

Set sail

ride the waves

the ebb and flow of your manhood releases from my temple

Plant your flag and remind anyone else who travels here

That this

This is your discovery



Seal our destiny with a kiss

And remind me why the twinkle in my exist

Tonight I just wanna be the reason behind your bliss



Knees weakening from your devouring of my pearl

I’m sure I speak English

but you

You have me speaking another dialect

With each thrust

your name sounds different

floating off of my tongue





Kneel Armstrong my treasure

And go down in history as the first

The first

to cause multiple orgasms

there’s something about the joining of love and passion

both magnetic and electric

I wanna become familiar with your rapture



Ready to put each of your pleasure principles into practice

Twist my body

While leaving my heart in tact

Erect an awakening of my womanhood

That satisfies my aching

But never quenches my desire



And when our bodies are spent

Remind me that the first muscle you caressed

was my mind

And my heart followed next.

Welcome Guest Blogger

Thanks so much, Kimberly, for the opportunity to guest blog at your place. I’m currently in the midst of a 10-day blog tour to promote my new novel TELL THEM I DIED. Amazon has paperback copies listed for $8.99 and an Amazon Kindle version for $3.99. You can find it also on BarnesandNoble.com in NOOK version for $3.99. I need reviews to help generate word-of-mouth buzz and interest in the book.

Amazon link Barnes & Noble link

TELL THEM I DIED is a romantic adventure that doesn't conform to the usual romance novel genre in that the protagonists are all over fifty years of age, retired, and with discretionary time and funds to enjoy life, and online friends to share every minute. And unlike other romances, much of the action takes place on the internet on social networking sites. The story was inspired by the many people I came to know and love over many years on social networking sites. People who are not online a lot don't realize how real those long-distance relationships can be. Over all those years, my online friends have married, had children, divorced, and some have died. And then there is the travel element. My husband and I travel a lot, and we share our travel photos with our friends online. Several friends have suggested that I write a book about my travels. I think travelogs can be rather boring, but I decided to weave some of our adventures into the story.

The main characters of TELL THEM I DIED are Laura (Screen name: A1QTEE), owner/operator of Blaq-Kawfee.com, and the men in her life who come in an out of the social networking scene. There is Laura's number one confidante and forum moderator, Angela (Screen name: Angelplaits), and her husband "Bodine." The men in Laura's life, ex-fiance', Jackson (JackDaniels), Lester (TheGuy), Laura's son, Carlton, and her some-time boyfriend Harman all present challenges for Angela as she tries to find out what happened to her dear friend when she gets the news that Laura has died.

I hope you’ll take the time to check out TELL THEM I DIED and write a review at Amazon.com or on your blog. It's a light-hearted page-turner of a story, that my early reviewers have said they hated to end.

My tag line: When it comes to long-distance internet romances, sixty is the new seventeen.

Here is an excerpt:

Jackson hardly knew what day it was. He had been awake over twenty-four hours, and although he was tired, he knew he still would not sleep soundly. He showered and dressed so he would be ready for his morning trip to find Carlton. He set the clock for six a.m. and lay down on the bed fully clothed. At least he’d had a good meal at Bonita’s house. Now he could laugh at how ridiculous that scene had been.

Internet hoochie-mamas. Those girls were so tame online. I never would have guessed. And Stacey was married. Laura probably had them all figured out, but Angela was so naïve. What a set-up.

He slept for a few hours before the alarm rang. This time he drove his rental car and picked up a cup of black coffee on his way. The built-in GPS took him to Carlton’s place in a short time. Carlton lived in a small bungalow on a quiet street. Jackson parked down the block where he could see Carlton whenever he left. After Angela told him how he lied, he didn’t want to take a chance on being dodged.

The front door opened after Jackson had been waiting close to an hour. A young woman with a toddler emerged. Jackson recognized them as Carlton’s wife and baby. He had never met them, but had seen photos Laura had posted on the web. Jackson headed them off before they reached their car.

“Good Morning, Keisha. I’m so glad I caught you before you got away for the day.”

Keisha didn’t know this man, but she smiled and stopped since he called her name. “Good Morning.”

“We’ve never met, but I’m Jackson Gooding. I was Laura’s friend. I met Carlton, but I never met you. I would like to talk to Carlton, if you don’t mind. Is he in?”

“He goes to work around ten, so he’s not up yet. Why don’t you call him later?”

“I don’t have his number. Can you give it to me?” Jackson knew how to turn on the charm. He hoped Keisha would trust him enough to give him the number. She did. She gave him Carlton’s mobile number and work number.

“Thanks, Keisha. I know you working moms have to get going in the morning. I don’t want to make you late.” He helped her with getting the baby into his car seat, and held her car door while they said goodbye. He didn’t want her to know he wouldn’t leave until he saw Carlton.

Jackson settled into his car again. This time he allowed himself to nap until about nine. He thought by then Carlton would be up and getting dressed. When he rang the doorbell, he listened for movement inside the bungalow. He could hear a television and someone approaching the door. Jackson stepped back, expecting the door to open. He knew Carlton had to be on the other side of the door watching him through the peephole. When the door didn’t open, Jackson knocked, and said, “Carlton, it’s me. I know you’re in there.”

Carlton opened the door, looking down at his feet.

Jackson extended his hand to shake it. “Hey, man. I’m so sorry about your mom. When Angela told me, I took the first flight I could get.”

Carlton still stood in the doorway, not motioning for Jackson to come in.

“Can I come in? I know you have to go to work, so I won’t take too much of your time.” Carlton let him in, and led him into the kitchen, where Carlton had been eating a bowl of cereal.

“Tell me what happened. How did she die?” Jackson asked.

GOODREADS GIVEAWAY - January 2013

I am giving away four (4) autographed copies ofTELL THEM I DIED through a giveaway administered by Goodreads.com. If you're not already a member of Goodreads, it's easy to join.Go here for the giveaway:

http://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/40065-tell-them-i-died

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sarah Gordon Weathersby is the youngest of seven siblings, and the first to migrate back to the South after living in DC, New Jersey and New York. She is a retired Information Technology professional who lives in Raleigh with her husband, and their imaginary dog, Dusty. Sarah is the author of a memoir, Motherless Child - stories from a life, and publisher of a family saga, The Gordons of Tallahassee, written by her sister LaVerne Gordon Goodridge. Tell Them I Died is her first work of fiction.

You can contact her online atwww.sarahweathersby.com
http://blogspot.sarahweathersby.com
http://www.facebook.com/saraphen
And Twitter @saraphen

I appreciate your time and consideration, and I hope you’ll enjoy my novel. Thanks so much, Kimberly and friends.

 

Forgive

I can forgive

But…

you’re gonna need that contraption from MIB to make me forget

So…

let’s accept defeat

Prepare our concession speech



Let’s not compare war wounds

Fix ballots

Tamper with votes

In hopes of a recount

You lost



My scars are deeper than yours

They take longer to heal

I still wince from the wounds

And I’m still waiting to feel

Something

Even a trace of emotion

Other than heartache



Who taught you how to inflict such pain?

BIte

So venomous that the extent of the damage is still unknown

Immeasurable

But your love I counted in ounces

While I was feeding you gallons of me

Unreplenished

You swam in an ocean of my affection

While I was hoping your ditch

Would pour over into an lake

That somehow irrigated

into an ocean of sentiment

beyond what you felt for your adorned appendage



Stupid me

for thinking I could change you

Rearrange your chemical make up

Surgically put a heart in that empty space

Without the proper tools



Leaving me empty

Low on fuel

From the tug and pull of loving you

So I forgive you

but I won’t forget

So let’s just kiss and say goodbye

Without regret

New Blog Site

If you are subscribed to this blog I need your support on a new one.  I recently started a group blog comprised of 2 guys and 2 girls.  This is a mars vs venus type blog.  I will be shutting down this blog so please sneak over to http://www.ifiruled2011.wordpress.com/ to keep up with what I have to say. 

Promise you won't be disappointed.  There will also be opportunities for guest bloggers so if you are interested, inbox me at mahoganyexp@yahoo.com. 

I know it's not Poetic Fridays but since I haven't shared with you all in a while......

Crossroads

Feeling like my angel forgot how to fly

Yet the devil still sits on my shoulder

Whispering about the pot of gold at the ends of the rainbow

Never revealing the cost of that fortune is my soul



Behind me ; a past I’m trying hard to forget

To the left ; misery and hurt

On my right; missed opportunities and regret

Moving forward; path obstructed with uncertainty



Internal compass malfunctioned

Pointing south rather than due north

GPS claims I’ve reached my destination

But my journey wasn’t supposed to end in barren land



Two roads intersect

Dr.Jekyll meet Mr.Hyde

Regardless of the path I choose

I still end up on the losing side





Rose colored glasses blinding me

Indecision binding me

Loneliness sets in on expeditions forged alone



Crying out to God…..

What am I to do?

Where am I to go?

He said, Child, the only thing impeding your journey is………

you!



Revelations beget my Genesis

Adding the book of me

Knowing it was he who carried me

Forging a trail to become the storyteller of my own destiny

"If I Ruled the World" Blogger Opportunity

Greetings All,

I know it's been a minute.  I have been focusing on my writing group and completing our collection.  Oh yeah, by the way, it's all done.  You can purchase a copy of Soulful Expression by The Mahogany Experience Writing group at http://www.lulu.com/.

On to the purpose of this post today..........
I'm looking for 2 men to participate in a Venus v/s Mars type blog.  Got your attention?  See details below:


Blogsite title: If I Ruled the World
( Yes, we will be playing that Nas and Lauryn Hill joint in as the intro! lol)

Contributors: 2 Men and 2 Women

Mission: What we hope to accomplish is an open dialogue between men and women about relationships, sex, family, money, book reviews and the everyday issues that affect the African American communities with a lot of truth and a good amount of humor from both sides of the gender pool.

Expectations:
To start, each person is expected to contribute  2 blogs per week. One blog can be around anything you like, the other has to be in conjunction with a group member of the opposite sex to keep with the Venus v/s Mars theme. There is no censorship. Freedom of speech is exercised completely on this blog. Let’s just remain respectful and tactful. Feel free to post what you want, when you want.

Each person is expected to promote the blog using any available social media outlets or other connections. I will create a facebook and twitter account for the blogsite for further promotion. Each person will have access to the social media sites to post as you please.


What do you get out of this endeavor:
Opportunity for self expression and exposure to start. No compensation at this time but if you know me, you know I think big and with the right number of loyal followers and advertisement in the future, you never know what could happen.

If you  are interested in being a part of this opportunity or if you know of a man that may be interested, please have them email me at mahoganyexp@yahoo.com and copy johnniqueharris@yahoo.com.


Until next time,

Brighter Future

Cocked and Loaded for 2011

Over the last few days as I browsed several social networking sites as well as in general conversation, all I kept hearing was how people were so ready for 2010 to end because it was filled with heartache and pain. People were so looking forward to the start of a new year and all the hope it would bring.

Now being who I am, I started to wonder if these people realized that in 2011 there were still: 12 months, 365 days, 7 days a week and 24 hours in a day! I say that to say, what the hell is the difference between what you did or didn’t do last year and what you think will happen this year.
While I can sympathize with some of the things that might of happened to people throughout 2010, I hope they understand that 2011 won’t make them exempt from the same SHIT.

A new year doesn’t automatically mean a new attitude.
A new year doesn’t mean that whatever problems you faced today will not exist tomorrow.
A new year doesn’t mean that all the people you felt did you wrong in 2010 will apologize and kiss your behind for 2011.
A new year doesn’t mean that the 30 pounds you’ve been trying to lose for the past year will miraculously melt away at the stroke of midnight.

So much of life and the obstacles it tends to bring is about how we react to it.  I've learned that no matter how bad things may be, there are always lessons and blessings in each trail. I also know that although things may seem to come at us from all different directions, if we would just choose to be hopeful and optimistic about tomorrow, the battle doesn't last as long.

2010 was a good year for me, I’m just praying that 2011 and the years to come will be filled with more happy days than sad, more money saved than spent, and more love gained than lost.

So here’s my challenge: Stop looking forward to the end of a year to make changes for the new one. Every day that you are blessed to open your eyes is a new opportunity to make a change. Take the necessary steps each day to fulfill your dreams, live abundantly, and make a difference!

Not one to make New Year’s resolutions but I am one to set goals. I’ve already listed the things that I plan to accomplish in the coming year! Have you?

As for me, I'm cocked and loaded; determination and a will to secure a future for my son and myself are my ammunition.

Let’s Go~

Poetic Fridays: I'm Back

Ok, so time to resume the regularly scheduled program and get back to business.  This Friday I would like to share with you one of my favorite poems. 

Mother to Son by Langston Hughes


Well, son, I'll tell you:

Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

It's had tacks in it,

And splinters,

And boards torn up,

And places with no carpet on the floor

Bare.

But all the time

I'se been a-climbin' on,

And reachin' landin's,

And turnin' corners,

And sometimes goin' in the dark

Where there ain't been no light.

So, boy, don't you turn back.

Don't you set down on the steps.

'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.

Don't you fall now—

For I'se still goin', honey,

I'se still climbin',

And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

Question:
What does the poem say/mean to you?