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.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Saturday, January 26, 2013
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.
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.
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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
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.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
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
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
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