A Lust Inspired

Here's a poem I wrote about the first feelings that arise when you first start seeing someone and you border between lust and love. Is it sad that I have these same feelings until this day for the man I will refer to in my blogs as Clark lol (only ppl who know me or him well will understand the alias)

 

Did he touch my soul when he kissed me?

Or was it when he touched my skin

Did he make me weak with his kisses?

Or was it because of his words

Did he make me lose my senses?

Yet I still feel and smell him

Did he make me go crazy?

Or am I just crazy over him

How did he come to move me?

I tried not to let him in

How did I let him soothe me?

It’s like his being makes me Zen

 

I swear I don’t know how it happened?

But I’m happy it’s still happening

Sweet smooth chocolate it’s like you’re heaven sent

 

Why do I let him drive me crazy?

Can’t get his picture out my head

Why do I feel him near me?

It’s like he’s with me when I’m alone in bed

Who is this man I’m needing?

He has a name, but does not exist

Who is it that’s got me smitten?

With cupid’s arrow I’ve been hit

 

I don’t know how it happened

I’m in a coma of bliss

I can sleep forever if forever you’ll exist

 

 

Welcome

For years I debated about doing a blog; what would I talk about, would anyone read it, would I be consistent; I have decided to say screw my doubts and goo for it. This is my public journal where I share my laughs, my past, and my drama. Welcome everyone to the life of Cece Marie, the love alcoholic on a path to destiny. My life may not be a scene from a garden, but who's life is. Instead of roses and daisies you will read about tulips with dead petals and creepy butterflies. I know my imagery is AMAZING.

So who is this person that creates the image you have in your mind? I am an educated black female who is currently working on her Masters of Science in Counseling Psychology. I hold a BA in Psychology, a BS in Child Development/Family Relations, and certification in Child/Adolescent Psychology. I am a dancer, a poet, a helper, and a researcher. My biggest passion is to help people no matter what it takes, it's what I do.

SO why exactly is my blog called the Drunken Lover's Cove? Well it's simple, I love love and I love drinking lol. Sometimes it's easier to suppress hurt when you make yourself numb. Being drunk doesn't necessarily mean alcohol, I'm drunk on love, pain, and my own creativity. My outlet is dance and poetry (which I will share on here). This blog is my hid away where I can allow myself to be honest about what I'm feeling as a way to control my emotions. I can't control how I feel, but I can control how and when those emotions are released. Maybe my pain can help someone else and maybe you guys who are reading can help me.

Welcome to the Drunken Lover's Cove, grab a cup of coffee or tea and get lost in my imagery and tales!!!!!