18. Love 2.0

I stared at her for a few seconds as I tried to process what she just asked me.
"Are you serious?" It was a stupid question. I could see it in her beautiful bluish grey eyes.
Her smile faltered but didn't completely go away.
"Yes, I am very serious."
I bit the inside of my cheek. Man this is heavy, I thought to myself. But there was no denying it, and, in fact, I was planning to ask in a few weeks anyway.
I quickly regained my composure. "Well Kate, I always thought it should be the guy asking, but yes, yes I will marry you." Kate let out her adorable little squeal when she was to exited to speak and jumped into my arms, making me almost lose my balance. I pulled her back just long enough to see her happiness, and than let my lips press into hers. 

*Warning, steamy content below*

The morning light shining through the curtains, lighting up her naked breasts.
Her chest falling and rising rhythmically.
The white sheets over her legs almost seem to be aglow.
Her face, in the restfulness of sleep, seemed even more beautiful.
Her pink soft lips relaxed, her eyes at perfect peace in her sleeping state.
With steady hands and slow movements her lover reached under the sheets and slowly ran his hand up her thigh.
Her eyes slowly opened, revealing dark brown eyes, which started intently into his.
Without any words their lips met and their body's pressed together in passion, filling the morning with the spark of life. 

34. Shades of Gray

I quickly shot her a glance every minute or so.
I couldn't help it. She was gorgeous, but it wasn't just her beautiful female mystique that had me hooked, it was her eyes.
Those beautiful eyes... A bluish gray that I had never every seen in my life.
I don't like staring so every chance I got I'd look.
They almost reminded me of lake Tahoe... But the lake is to blue.
Maybe Pupu Springs New Zealand.
No, still not right.
Cayo Coca Cuba?
Not even close.
No lake ocean spring or even my words could describe her beautiful eyes.

As I walked out I gave one last longing glance at the most beautiful bluish gray eyes I have ever seen.

45. Heart Song

Reading her favorite book... It was the only way she's sleep when she was sick... And I should know, I've been married to her for five years.
"'..The opening into the hillside was left open, and often in hot summer days the Narnians go in there with ships and lanterns and down to the water and sail to and fro, singing, on the cool, dark underground sea, telling each other stories of the cities that lie fathoms deep low. If you ever have the luck to go to Narnia yourself, do not forget to have a look at those caves.'"
I carefully closed the book and looked down at my sleeping beauty.... She lay asleep on left shoulder, she looked so peaceful and so beautiful, laying there asleep, her beautiful brown hair in a mess... She truly is the love of my life.

(Picture credit to my best friend ♥)

My Tree

Away up high in a tree
Is where you'll find me
High above the ground
Touching the sky like a bird
One with the tree
I'll sway ever so slightly in the wind
It feels like flying up there
And if by chance I lose my grip
Do not fret
For I know the big branches
Of my tree will catch me.

Anger Issues

I quickly swing my metal bat into the right side of the toilet tank and watch as the pieces all fly into the bathtub. It’s a nice sound, listening to the tank shatter. I quickly raise the bat and with every bit of strength I can summon I smash it into the boll. The water from the tank and now boll has soaked the floor and surrounding areas. I watch as the water still continues to run. Not feeling satisfied with that I move on to the sink. The sink was one of those fancy ones that didn’t have any drawers and was only held up by a center pillar. I quickly swing the bat into the pillar and jump back as the sink falls to the floor after losing its support. It cracked but didn’t fully break so I smash my bat into it. It’s beautiful to see the water spewing out of the wall onto the tiled floor. I slowly walk out to the dining room where the glass table was. I knew this would be fun. I quickly yank off the thin fabric table cloth and then with my gloved fist I smash it in. It shatters to the ground in a million pieces. Still not feeling satisfied I walk over to a blank wall and start hitting it with my bat. Hit after hit until I’ve basically left no square inch of untouched dry wall. I step back and admire my work.
I laugh as a few pieces fall to the ground.

Yup. I’m good now.

64. Frost

It's so cold
here on the floor,
Where my feet freeze
and the ice grows,
My heart
beats but my
blood is frozen,
I try to speak
but my words are ice,
I try to cry
but my tears are frozen,
I want to scream
but its so cold.