The morning sun kisses my face

As does the soft breeze.

It glides across my skin

Warming my flesh.

It’s as gentle as

A lover’s touch.

I catch a scent in the air

And my body stills.

My eyes close

As I take it in.

It wraps me in it’s embrace

As a lover would.

It fills my soul

As only a lover can.

The morning sun kisses my face

As if it was my lover.

© Riann Leigh

Breathe

My heart races
As our eyes meet.

I see the desire in your eyes
And know you see the same.

I breathe in your scent
As your mouth lowers to mine.

My desire soars
As your taste envelopes me.

Our eyes meet
And I forget to breathe.

©Riann Leigh

I’m not one for poetry, not because I don’t like poems, but because they’ve just never tripped my trigger like they do for some people. Which is fine. If everyone liked the same things, the world would be a boring place. The other day though I had these thoughts floating around in my head that just would not go away, so I sat down and put pen to paper so to speak. Here is the result.

Waiting

I sit here day after day,
Waiting.

A glimpse of your beautiful eyes,
The brush of your hand,
A hint of your smile,
The sound of your voice,
Is all I need.

I sit here day after day.
Waiting.

For you.

©Riann Leigh

Now that I’ve written this, I’m thinking that there might be something to this poetry thing.  I might even try to write another one.  Then again, this might be my one and only poem.  Who knows?  🙂

I had this great idea to start a blog. I know, I know. It seems as if everyone is writing blogs these days, so why join the bandwagon now? *shrugs*  Obviously I felt I had something important to share and felt that this was the best way to do it.

That being said, why am I sitting here racking my brain for something to say? Ugghh. Where are those ideas I had zipping around in my head? Yoo hoo…ideas. Come out, come out wherever you are.

Well it seems that these great ideas I had have gone into hiding. I know that they’ll resurface. The question is when?