A friend of mine Jessica is making these lovely wood plaques. She makes them in all shapes and sizes with just about anything you can think of. This is the one she did for me of my poem “Dance The Dance”. I am in love with this beautiful rendition of art work. My poem seems so much more amazing than it really is. If you want to see more of her work or to request a piece done for yourself her Facebook page link is https://www.facebook.com/pages/Rumph-Rustic-Designs/619291941425515. Go over and like her page and check out her other works.
The poem now has a title
Dance The Dance
Saw a pair of blue eyes today
And in them part of my future
His lips so soft upon my own
His tongue a part of my body
Molded to him like he is my very own
Two parts of one whole
Looking upon his face while on my knees
Laid out for me to see everything
Committing everything to memory
Longing for every touch and word
Face lit up with wonder
How to make this man my own
This is one of the many things I wonder
Fire blazing from every place you touch and kiss me
He guides his head between my legs
Burying himself above me
Time stops for what seems like forever
And then he begins to move
Dancing the dance of lovers’ tunes
While I enjoy the music only we can hear
WARNING ADULT LANGUAGE NOT FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18
Jamestown, Virginia, 1625
Jenny Johnston looked over at her family and shook her head in disgust. Just looking at the bunch of them made her sick. She hated the lot of them. She needed to get out of here before she killed them all and this time she meant it. As she turned on her heels to leave she heard her mother’s voice.
“Jennifer where are you going dear? Dinner will be ready in a minute,” exclaimed Mrs. Sara Johnston.
Not today. She could not deal with this shit today.
“I have to go mother. I have things I need to do and I can’t stay for dinner,” she said.
“Nonsense! This is family time and whether you like it or not you are a part of this family,” was her mother’s reply with a hint of annoyance.
Well if she thought that was going to make her stay at this bullshit dinner she was sadly mistaken. She was over a century and didn’t have time for these disgusting events anymore.. She had full control of her Mystick powers and she would no longer hesitate to use them. Especially against her family because none of them would.
“Jennifer, you heard your mother girl, so sit your ass down before I sit it down for you” said her father, Mr. Samuel Johnston, Sr.
Awesome! Just fan-fucking-tastic. Just who in the hell did he think he was talking to her like that? Your father she heard her inner voice say. Oh, that’s right. He is. Damn. Didn’t matter she was about to teach her parents and two older brothers that she wasn’t to be fucked with. Period.
“Look, I’m done with this family crap. We’re not a family. We’re a joke. Let me leave and nobody will get hurt,” she said.
“Why you little bitch!” Samuel Johnston, Jr, the oldest of her two brothers said. “Just who the hell do you think you are? You will respect our parents or John and I will beat the shit out of you and then victimize you in ways you never thought were possible.”.
“Try it asshole and it will be the last thing that either one of you pieces of shit will do,” she replied eerily calm and cool.
Jennifer Johnston was a misunderstood Mystic that just wanted to find her Nyhiya -fated mate. Her family had other plans and what should have been another family dinner turned into a nightmare and changed her life forever.
Jackson Dawls and Taylor Durham had been pack mates, best friends, and each others Nyhiyas for as long as they could remember. They fear the Mystics because they were warned to but unforeseen circumstances bring them face to face with the species. Will their lives be in danger or is something great and unexpected awaiting the couple?
Join the three and their family and friends as their lives become connected in ways they never imagined. Not only do they have to learn to get along with each other but someone from Jennifer’s past is stalking her. Will they accept there fates or will old fears destroy their lives?