Grazing Hands

I’ve watched cows graze slowly across the land.

Hungry for every bite of fertilized blade they could get.

My father owned nine cows and a single bull.

What a lucky son of a bitch that bull was.

He’d never know the struggle of starting over in a night club and competing with other men where the ratio stood at two to one and odds were one wasn’t attractive enough to take home.

He’d never know the struggle of watching the only woman who’s held his attention for hours brush off man after man and turn down free drink after free drink.

I knew that struggle. I was currently living it.

And she was by far the sexiest woman I’d seen in a long time.

I’d been trying to read her for the past hour from my barstool in the corner. Trying hard to find my “in”.

I’ve memorized her drink, but decided against it after she’d turned down the 6th free drink in the past hour.

For two hours she sat alone in the middle of a night club and seemed to want nothing other than to be left alone.

I refused to except that. You’ll soon learn I can be a stubborn asshole when I really wanted something.

Tonight I wanted her.

I watched her next victim make his way over and cringed as his finger ran down the outside of her arm.

“Wrong move idiot.” I mumbled under my breath.

I watched her turn, prepared to watch another poor sap rejected only to see her smile up at him.

“No fucking way.” I cursed under my breath.

Okay so listen for a second.

I have this theory.

It was one I came up with right after college about single females in night clubs. Every one of them wanted something you just had to find your “in” and play your cards close to your chest. They were either there for free drinks, to dance, or to be fucked so hard they forgot about the man who had just broken their heart.

Sometimes all three.

I told you. I’m an asshole.

This would explain why after two fucking hours she, the woman of my fucking dreams would turn down countless drinks, but respond to a single touch from dumb ass.

She wasn’t here for the drinks.

A slow sultry beat filled the club and I took that as my cue. I made my way over just as dumb ass offered her a drink.

Her eyes caught mine as I approached and I knew I was as good as gold on my next move.

I held out my hand and spoke firm and deep.

“Let’s dance.”

There would be no misinterpretation. This was no question.

It was a demand.

I watched as she begin to hesitate and saw the rejection headed my way.

“Uh uh”.

I shook my head and grabbed her hand rejecting her upcoming rejection and pulled her to her feet.

Dumbass watched in silence as I pulled any opportunity he had away with a single kiss to the back of her hand.

I turned guiding her towards the dance floor. What I did next could make or break me. My next move was just as important as my first move.

At the center of the dance floor I pulled her close. We swayed to the beat of a song I’d never heard before. I held her gaze and let my fingertips graze her lower back. I watched her lips part slightly at her inhale.

Ladies and gentlemen I’d just found my in.

She was here because she needed to be fucked. She needed someone to make her forget.

My left hand slid up the back of her neck and I leaned in.

I let my breath find her neck and I twirled our bodies in a small circle, pulling her tight against my chest.

She gasped out as my five o’clock shadow replaced my breath.

I was playing with fire. This beautiful work of art was a ticking time bomb that would most definitely be exploding in my arms tonight.

To be continued…

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Caressing Keys

My head begins to spin
I squeeze my eyes shut
So many unfinished stories
The year has been rough

Write a poem, maybe two
That will hold them over
It’s not enough, I’m overdo
Time to pull back the covers

My palms rest on the keys
As my blood begins to pump
My fingers twitch awake
For so long they’ve been numb

Release.

-VSN

Bittersweet

I stared across the park bench
Hanging on his every word
And nothing in the world mattered
Not even the fussing of birds
Fingertips brush like smooth keys
Clueless to the power he holds
Honesty seems to flow with ease
The nerves no longer cold
 ~
The touch can’t be duplicated
As fingers begin to graze
The feeling is reciprocated
And minutes feel like days
 ~
Breathing becomes harder
The longing goes longer
The heart beats get louder
~
The stupid smile on my face
I can’t stop what’s coming
So I live in this very moment
Soon reality will come running
 
-VSN

Missing Pieces

When you call
I come running
I know you’re out there
Can you hear me?
The flashbacks keep coming
Can you see me?
Staring from across the world
Could you take me?
Away from all this chaos
Maybe break me
Do everything you wished for
When you get lonely
Giving the attention you dream of
Do you honey?
Want it all laid out in the open
We could both
Fix the hearts that we’ve had broken
-VSN

Art credit : Talking comics

Lemons for Lemonade

We Humans

We do the craziest things

Ignore someone

Attempting to retrain the brain

To try and get rid of

What drives us insane

Controlling road rage

Just by switching the lanes

Stupid humans

Life just isn’t that easy

It’s hurtful, it’s messy

It’s so fucking sleazy

And you have to deal with it

Love in it

Sleep in it

And there are no refunds

You’ll just have to keep it.

-VSN

Farewell

Sometimes in life
You have to let go
You have to forget
Everything that you know

You can’t have it all
Without the chance of pain
Maybe yours, maybe theirs
Someone’s left in the rain

With one large stone
The castle will fall
You can be the one to throw it
Or you can be the wall

Left all dress up
With no place to go
This itch will last forever
But it’s a scratch I’ll never know.

-VSN

Screaming Silence

When the wind went silent

I wondered if you missed me

Then the sun hit my neck

And I remembered how you kissed me

Staying away will be hard

When I want you this bad

Hours went by

And I became sad

Our time has run out

This is where we end

Not at all the way I hoped

But the most magical place I’ve been

-VSN

Fucking Writer’s Block

The rush, the crave

You keep me intact

The irony I know

Is that you also undo me

~

I cried myself to sleep

It just wasn’t the same

The love was still there

But nothing else remained

~
You can’t be duplicated

You keep me sane

The thought of it

The feel of it

I have no shame

~
With just one good kiss

My skin would glow

And with one good fuck

The words would flow

-VSN

Strings of Pleasure

I fell victim

To the Puppeteers demands

With the flick of his wrist

He watched me dance

 

I moaned out for more

Of his devilish games

Nearly fainting in lust

Almost shouting his name

 

A week of abstinence

Has made him vicious

Rougher

Harder

Faster

Delicious

 

His fight to hold on

An amazing treasure

His loss of control

Was simply my pleasure

 

-VSN

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