I & I

~by Rudi I see. I see candles as the rooms only form of illumination That is, until I see you my princess, my love I see your smile, not saying, “It’s nice to see you”, but an “I want you so” smile, “wont ever let you go” smile. I see what you’re wearing. Oh my gosh! Be still my heart. As I stand in the doorway of our room, this vision of beauty lays on the bed lightly covered in silk and lace. My favorite. I see. I see rose petals that cover the bed, petals of white and red, spread all around you from toes to head. I see strawberries and whip cream on the bedside table. With each breath you take, I see the passion growing deep within your eyes. With each slight movement you make, I can’t help but fantasize as I watch your shoulders fall and rise, I stare in awe at my gift, my prize. I smell. I smell the sweet aroma of your skin as I move nigh, lightly scented by Chanel. You put some thought into all of this I can tell. Simple details. I smell the candles that burn ever so slowly, as

~by Rudi The storytellers and songwriters weren’t lying when they said You can feel the radiance of love from your toes to your head. Butterflies in your stomach, weakness in the knees, Dry mouth, sweaty palms, Goosebumps without cold breeze. This is the way I feel each time I hear your voice, When I see your face, smell your hair my heart gives me no choice, Like a genie, I aim to grant your each and every desire, Every whim, every want, to please you I aspire. Never have I wronged you, or lead you even close to wrath, For as I tread on the journey to seek your love, eggshells lay on my path. Never in my wildest dreams had I dreamt that you I’d find, Yet alas I grasp for sand, as your heart is not mine. My mind’s made up; to you my motives lay clear, But to go beyond the boundaries which stand in my way... venture past, I not dare. In each instance I lose my breath as we embrace goodbye, Yet all I can do in my frustration is leave you with a sigh. Am I an emotional masochist, when so

~by Rudi It’s your first time, okay, don’t have to be afraid No need to rush a thing when there’s love to be made Don’t worry, I got this, you don’t have to do a thing With your permission I’ll proceed to teach your body how to sing Relax, it’s okay. We can move at your pace There’s no one here but you and I, tonight it’s our place It’s an honour you chose me to be your first So you can trust me always, in this area I am versed You’re too tense; I can feel it right here in your hips Stop thinking so much, I see you biting you lips We can stop whenever you like, if it gets to be too much But for now just feel, follow the lead of my touch Close your eyes and follow the moves of my hand Soon with practice, the pleasure you’ll begin to understand Why your body reacts to every single move Why your breathing changes as we start to…groove Slow down, don’t rush it, do you feel it in your toes I know it feels good, here’s a kiss on your nose See it’s easy, you just have to take a chance And I t

~by Rudi The aggravation of the nation brings me to the realization... To take out my frustration by putting pen to paper Or finger to keyboard as the case may be... For what I see is a population in much need of salvation Divine intervention, bringing forth a revelation Lame to walk, dumb to talk, blind to see... figuratively Call me uninformed, but I personally choose not to watch the news. Hearing about another crime, people fed up with the times, Escalating prices, ongoing crisis, as the death rate rises to a record high. Sometimes to an extent, I believe that ignorance is bliss Feeling secure in an unsafe world, unaware of each escape of Death’s kiss. What more should I be thankful for in times like this? Safety and security has now become a privilege not all can afford And being one of the lucky ones I thank God for each day. For my family and friends, I pray each night for protection as they go on their way. Depressing as it seems there’s one light, one beam That reminds us that

~By Romain Why the hang-up on relationships? Men and women, together must be? I say thee, "Nay!" We need to open our eyes and see the who we be when we are complete in ourselves. No wanting and yearning and needing someone else to make me me. That is my strength, and perhaps your loneliness also. But in strength I endure and in strength I am sure I can survive whatever is thrown my way, sent to trip me up in these confusing days of life, of love, of codependence. I love me. I love me some me before ever I shall love thee! For to hate oneself is to hate one's past, one's shaping and making-- to be the architect of one's own breaking and unmanning. For women--they know. They see you and see through you, to your core. They see the weak and the meek and the frailty of your soul. And they step on... Step on to the brothers that 'come correct', that do no right and bust no sweat. That take all they have and give nothing in return, because in them they see the ir

~by Rudi Reasons for the lack of love are floating everywhere. I’m searching for some hope, some sign that isn ’t even there. My heart is ready, wide open now, no barriers do I see Then why is no one coming in, what’s so darn wrong with me? The one I’m looking for is kind; she’s funny, smart and true, Her heart is pure, her smile is bright, her love spans through and through. Is this too much to ask, unreasonable my request? ‘Cause this I believe describes her well, the one who fits me best. She’s kinda short, well shorter than me; well, if I may be so bold Complexion dark as the most rare pearls, or fair as the marigold. Mushy? I know, well, I don’t care, it’s just the way I feel Too bad, who knows in what time or space this figment herself reveal. It’s funny how every girl I know wants a man who’s honest and kind, Yet when he happens to avail himself, in an instant, who once could see, are blind. “Where is my knight in shining armour? My prince I wait aloft.” But when he comes to res