#Poesia – BREATHE

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BREATHE

Once upon a time
she buzzed past
faster than light
tightly wound
crazed
He saw her flame
reached out
twined his fingers in hers
and smiled
Breathe he whispered
and she did
slow deep indulgent
filling her lungs to capacity
exhaling in relief
Because sometimes
one word is all it takes


These #Poesia pieces on this blog and Madhuri Blaylock Writes are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are often unedited and unscripted, spontaneous, super loose and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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COVER REVEAL: The Devil’s Disease (Shades Below, #2)

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It’s almost here, guys!

Today, I’m thrilled to introduce the next book in Shades Below: The Devil’s Disease.  Lena and MacMillian are together again…and things are about to get bloody.

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In the city by the Bay, things are about to get bloody…

Psychic medium Lena Alan always sticks to what she knows, and what she knows are dead people. When her brother Cyrus agrees to look into a troubling incident for local vampire Seneca Lynch, Lena finds herself in unfamiliar territory.

One thing is clear: she needs a detective, and there’s only one she trusts.

Private investigator Jesper MacMillian is ready to get back to business. Between his duties as leader of the city’s Romani community and the stack of unfinished paperwork on his desk, he doesn’t have time to think about ghosts, witches, or Lena Alan. After nearly a month of no contact, he’s starting to think she’s forgotten about…

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Story Time with Kayti

A couple of days ago I was in the chocolate aisle in Kroger stocking up (there was a close out sale on at least a third of them, can you say chocolate binge?)

Out of the corner of my eye I see this guy turning down the aisle, and usually beards don’t really do it for me ( they’re nice, but not my thing), but this beard was doing all kind of things.

He was doing the power walk, like when you have on some killer heels and a nice dress and you know you slay. His was the male version.

Anyway, he walks past and we make eye contact.

Now, down here in good ole Georgia we had just gone through a mild cold snap and everyone was dusting off their rarely used coats and oooing, and ahing over the three or four snow flurries that made it to the ground.

Me? I was in my cat hat, my hoodie, and a twelve foot long purple scarf wrapped up to my eyeballs.

Why is it that all the hot people are met when you’re looking shlumpy?

But I digress.

We make eye contact, the kind that could have been something, something dirty, something involving a whole different level of chocolate. The human kind.

But then he SLIPS.

Not like, “Oops, I’m so klutzy and adorable. Kawaii-desu ne sugoi!”

Nope. It’s practically a split.

Not like this

Like this

 

He’s good though, he recovers quick, (not as epically as the Nicholas brothers of course) picks up his face and resumes walking past, though that power walk has lost so much of its fire it’s barely simmering.

I feel for you Hot Dude, I really do. I didn’t laugh but that won’t stop me from telling everybody else. Heh heh

And thus concludes Story Time with Kayti, tune in next week, same Write Bitch time, same Write Bitch hour.

#Poesia – ME

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ME

I am the wind
on a hot summer day
at the beach
That breeze
off the ocean
the one that kisses you
just there
cooling your sweat-soaked
suntanned skin
leaving you refreshed
but wanting a little more

A little more cool
a little more kiss
a little more oomph
That’s me

Under your dress
up the backs of your thighs
between your legs
teasing all the spots
that like to be teased
and touched
You lean back in your chair
eyes closed
lips parted
legs spread
just
a
little
wider

A little more cool
a little more kiss
a little more oomph
That’s me

The hiss
rolling in
with the tide
whispering in your ear
my laughter
a mixture of roar
and surf and sand
ruffling your hair
kissing your neck
as if
I can read
your innermost
thoughts and desires

A little more cool
a little more kiss
a little more oomph
That’s me


The #Poesia pieces on this blog and Madhuri Blaylock Writes are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. This one happens to be inspired by my writing group, The Inky Path, and a prompt about the weather. These works are often unedited and unscripted, spontaneous, super loose and probably some of my favorite works. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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