Passion, Love And Lust
Fill my mind with erotic prose
Caress my heart with verses of love
Cover my body with sensual poetry
Burn me with passion
Quench my thirst for intimacy
Love me with all your soul
© SGJ
A Penchant For Words And A Penchant For Rain
She clasped her blanket tightly as she curled up in bed. She tossed and turned before finally gathering the strength to stand up and sit on the corner. She stared at the window pane as the silver droplets cascaded down the glass, as if dancing to a rhythm she knew by heart. She loved the rain. Memories started to flood back and her eyes welled up.
“Mommy! The sky is crying again.” The 6-year old beautiful brunette girl exclaimed with wonder. Her little, fragile hands tracing the beads of water trickling down the glass.
“Oh Sophia, darling, you really have a penchant for words.” Katherine Winters walked towards her angel and scooped her in her arms. She embraced Sophia tightly.
“Penchant? What’s penchant mommy?” Sophie asked with a curious look on her face.
Katherine smiled as she answered the little girl’s query.
“It means you like words sweetie.”
“Oh. So, that’s what penchant means.” Sophie’s eyes sparkled. She was delighted to have known a new word.
Suddenly, the door opened and a ruggedly handsome man walked in. He took off his drenched coat as the little girl rushed towards him.
“Daddy! Daddy”She screamed in excitement as she jumped to her daddy’s arms.
“My Darling Sophia.”He carried the little girl to the fireplace where Katherine was sitting.
“My love, you’re home.” She kissed him as he and Sophie sat down beside her. Sophie, restless as she was, rolled on the carpet humming her nursery rhymes. She then looked at her parents who were holding each other, looking perfectly happy. Sophie smiled, rolled towards them and let out a giggle.
“Daddy, I have a penchant for words, and rain!”
He laughed and knew right then that Sophie got her mother’s gift. He knew that someday, she too, will become a great writer — just like his wife. Katherine beamed, she was proud of her daughter.
They cuddled on the carpeted floor with Sophie in the middle. They listened to the rhythm of the falling rain and fell asleep on each others arms.
They were a perfect family.
Sophia Isabelle Winters had a perfect family, at least until she lost them.
Fate played his dangerous tricks and robbed her the most important part of her life, her family — and now she has nothing left but the fragments of memories she held close to her heart.
She snapped back to reality and grasped her blanket tighter. She traced the droplets as they trickled and softly whispered to herself,
“Sophia, the sky is crying again.”
© SGJ
Monsters In The Water
She feared deep, still waters. She associated it with monsters, ready to devour her human flesh any minute she comes close to it. But that one day was different. She heard the waters screaming her name, the stillness lured her, the immensity drew her near. She needed to feel the cold water, she wanted it to seep through her pores.
The lower she sunk, the faster the memories came flooding back. It was like travelling back in time. It was as if she could taste the bitter past as they stumbled back and forth. The dying emotions were starting to fade away and that’s when she stopped breathing.
And slowly, she sunk to the bottom.
© SGJ
Inception
Life, for the past few days, has become a mirage — and you are the only image that reappears. I wallow in sentimentality, immersing myself in the pure bliss of living in my dreams, dreams that you have intruded. No brave soul has ever dared to wake me up. I am still dreaming and you are dreaming with me.
You are living in my dream world, the only place where you truly exist
© SGJ
Oblivion
Most days, I feel like I’m drowning in the crowd. The hustle and bustle of the busy streets sweeps away the voice of the unfamiliar. I have been living in oblivion for as long as I can remember and everything becomes hazy at some point. Take me to a place where all I can hear is the beautiful melody of your symphony. Tell me your dreams, your goals. I want to know your story. Sit on the floor and hand me a glass of your favorite drink while I curl up on the couch, listening to your voice, a pattern of notes that rises up and goes down as your lips move to release the unspoken words. I will keep them safe. I will revel in your stories and ask you to join me in my fantasia, a carefree world where I keep beautiful memories. There, you will not feel alone. Immerse yourself in genuine affection. I have so much to offer.
All genuine, all real.
© SGJ
The Lioness
credits to: ANDY BIGGS photography
She is everyone’s jealousy
She is the queen of her savannah
Hers is the enigma of wilderness
The fury of passion
The stigma of desire
To decipher her is futile
For hers is a puzzling mind
A vicious tongue
A devious smile
An untamed heart
In her vast horizon
You are her prey
A victim of her enmity
Lured in the fires of intimacy
A captive of her mystery
Unfathomable.
Inexplicable.
Quenchless Thirst
My pen starts to spill ink copiously and letters magically fall. Words glide smoothly and continuously as they give birth to creative impulses that portray my incessant love for you. My desire for you is insatiable, like a quenchless thirst and if you were an ocean, I’d drown myself and still want more of you.
I will never grow tired of loving you.
© SGJ
Verses Of Love
Midnight thoughts
Alone in my room
Reaching out to you
Caressing your heart
Incredible dreams
Romantic walks
Wonderland bliss
Indescribable sensation
Nostalgic nights
Can this be love?
Adulation is sweet
Reveling in fantasy
Dreaming of you
On a cold night
Not a shadow in sight
All I need is you
© SGJ
Love & Magic
open my eyes to the wonders of the world
awaken my senses for they have long been bored
amuse me with stories that must be told
create a magical place that is yet to unfold
give me love and i shall be bold
hand me your heart that i could forever hold
embrace me when i feel cold
stay with me until we’re old
© SGJ
Doubts
When doubts start to creep in my head, my heart squirms in pain as my emotions struggle to break free, unprepared yet brave enough to engage in an unstoppable blood-dripping battle against my toxic thoughts. Without shields of assurance, they march down the dark alley equipped with nothing but genuine affection and unconditional love. I wonder if they stand a chance against the mighty brain’s army, they carry with them swords of distrust laced with poison as deadly as the venom of the asp.
I always think too much.
© SGJ
I shall forever write you love letters
I may be tired and weary but I’ll never cease to imprint love notes on parchments and spill ink on crumpled papers. Expect digital love letters to appear on your screen. I shall write for no one else, but you.
I shall write of love. I shall write of you.
© SGJ
