‘Dirty little secrets’

Dirty little secrets-part one

 

She knew. The first time I saw her face. I loved her. Once in a private moment. I told her. Dear Liz, my Elizabeth. Some people enrage the heart and behold our dreams and wishes. Best for us to be apart. If you wanted me. Would be a prelude to storm of anger and disappointment.

 

Exquisite woman face and eyes came near. Hot Summer day and the beach. I made her talk and I could not look away. She knew she stole my heart and wishes. I worship her face, legs and my wandering wishes wanted to hold her waist tightly and kiss her sweet lips, neck and face.

 

I know life is twisted. You want what can’t be held and the Poet wrote for his muse. Secret words. Hidden in closed books.
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Dirty little secrets
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Fatal love left me standing alone.
I dreamed of you.
You come to me in my daydreams.
You release silky dress and allowed my eyes to see milky and soft skin.
I serenaded you with words of love and appreciation.
I saw in your eyes. You needed someone to tell you.
You are my only love, my beautiful lady and my only wish.
I loved your laughing eyes and how you move when you walk.
You walk like a lady dancing with the sky and the sun.

 

I awake with your name upon my lips. I whispered to the Gods of life and death.
Keep me safe from a pretty lady. Those dirty little secrets leave me empty. Last wishes left.

 

In the deepness of the sweet dream.
I whispered. I will love you sweet Liz, Elizabeth forever.

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Somewhere in time. You found me. I became the Lake St. Clair Poet. Writing song of love for you and you came to me by the lake. You asked me. “Is life truth or dare? Do dead and hidden passion need to be enraged and solicit to the wanting body and heart.”

 

I went to her and I held her. I whispered. If you open a door and two people gather hidden need and explode into the wild and untamed dance of repress love. No turning back. When two people mouth, skin and legs fall to fatal kiss and embrace. Is it fiction or non-fiction need dear Liz?

 

I whispered Liz, my Elizabeth. If you submerged in a secret love. That can’t see the daylight. Is it worth the dangerous journey to a sequel of tears and heart-break.

 

She smiled and she brought me closer. She whispered. “I need to feel alive. I need a long ride to unknown place and I need someone to say my name like you do. I want to be exposed to dark tavern and the dancing bars. I want to shed my fake face and life. I want to dance with sea and kiss the clouds with someone like you.

 

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Dirty little secret-part two

 

Me and Liz walked the path where the boats docked by the river leading to the Lake St. Clair. She took my hand and she interlaced them tightly and she turned to me. She reached for face, brought her face to my face and gave me warm kisses. I saw tears falling from her beautiful hazel eyes as she felt my need to escape her. She knew I savored her kiss as I brought her nearer and she knew we were heading for maddening dreams that could not be.

 

I took her to my Witch tree that faced Lake St. Clair. We sat on a small bench and we watched the lake dance. Today was a windy day. Lake St. Clair was alive and perfect. I looked at her and I whispered. Dear Liz, my Elizabeth. You know I have dreamed of you. Today with your auburn hair blowing in the wind and the touch of your hand. Made silence dream come alive. You are so beautiful to me. A dead emotion I try to keep hidden in a journal with permanent lock.

 

Dear Liz smiled and put her face into my chest. She whispered. “You are right Johnnie. If we dance the devil dance and fall into sanctuary of the wicked dance where we would show true face. We couldn’t return to the place we left.”  I caressed her bare legs barely covered by her Summer dress and I told her. Dear Liz, my Elizabeth. You will be my first and last wish. We can’t start a fire that be put out.

 

Liz got up. She pulled me to her and embraced me tightly and she whispered. “Many foolish people who accepted less and they will wish for more.” She gave me a long and final kiss and she left me with the Devil tree alone and wishing for her.

 

A week later. A poetry reading in Mount Clemens. A friend requested me to read. I walk in at 8 pm and I ordered a Long Island ice tea and I listen to the Poets and the Writers. I went and I signed-up to read. I brought my journal with me and as I waited. I wrote words for the only person upon my mind.
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The darkness rhythm
Skin on skin, lips upon lips. Bodies seeking unholy place and proper ending.
I told the Devil. Give me what I need. I shall accept the payment in hell one day.
The Devil don’t give us what we need. He shared glimpses of the suicide needs.
I want you. I need you and I would die for you.
Pretty lady, you make me dream.
You taught me to love wild and you taught me madness.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Words, never to be spoken except in lonely room where the Poet’s pen unravel his heart and soul.
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Dear lover

 

You came to me at Lake St. Clair. Your Summer dress allowed my eyes to worship tan perfect legs and I loved your eyes. Those eyes wild and blue like the wild sea. I wanted to consume you from tender feet to perfect mouth. I told you. I have loved you since I saw you at the lake in the Summer. I wanted to hear your voice and awake with you in a warm bed and never release you. Dear Lover, my secret love. You left me in tangle dreams and places where the Poet’s rely on myth and tale. You became my Dante’s dream. My last wish.

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I was called to the stage. I read the two new poems. I was given a polite applause. I looked in the audience and I saw Liz. I went to her and I embraced her and I kissed her. I asked her. How did you know I was here dear Liz?

 

She had soft tears in her eyes and she whispered. ” I know where the Poets hide. I loved the poetry. Words for a lucky woman. Will she know you love her one day? Are your foolish writers wanting a Dante’s wish. To live a sparse life in the emotion of love? To have and hold a Beatrice wish. Write a thousand words for a lover to lie dead till it doesn’t matter anymore?”

 

I looked into her eyes. Her eyes were looking wild and untamed. She wanted answered and proper words spoken. I told her. My Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth. I would know utopia with you and you know you are my muse and my siren. I have loved you since I heard your sweet voice and when you walked away from me. Your movement of hips and legs made me wish to be at your feet and to look into your eyes forever.

 

She smiled and looked me in my eyes. She whispered. “Where do people go when they have no place to go? Where does love hide when it begged to be yelled out to the sun and the moon? Johnnie. We are like gunfighter. Die or run?

 

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Dirty Little secret – part three

 

We left the club and we went to the small park across from the Mount Clemens court-house. She held my waist and rested her head against me. My left arm held her softly. We held a dangerous stillness as we watched the stars and we found a free bench and we sat down.

 

I watched her beautiful face as she gathered her thoughts. I remembered the first days I truly saw her. She came to me and gave me a heavy hug and she kissed my face cheeks. She asked me. “Do you remember me Johnnie. I was a little girl once who thought you were a sexy man. You were so sweet to me and you told me story of great journey. Do you remember Johnnie? “I told her. I do remember you. You were pretty as a perfect picture. A picture of Summer day and untamed freedom. She laughed at me and she asked. “Are you okay? You have lost your smile and laughter. You made me laugh and made me dream. Do you remember? We danced once.”

 

She touched my shoulder and she asked. “Where you been Johnnie. I like when you wander away. Was it a better place? I like to daydream. I forsaken my dreams and now I know little laughter. It is sad we must give everything away and forget who we were.” I caressed her face and I whispered. Restless people need to be tempted. We need to escape to new place and know people who excite the heart and the soul. Dear Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth. We are not done yet. Dormant life can be like a rose. The rose shall die and rise again in the Spring. Maybe people can find this place. To rise-up and remember what they were.

 

She wore a sexy blue blouse, allowing her bare shoulders to be seen. He auburn hair fall easy to her lower back and her eyes held joy and sadness at the same time. I reached over and kissed her lips and then her shoulders. I loved her fragrant of sweet flowers and her skin taste I savored and I told her. Dear Liz. You knew I loved you in June. I couldn’t forget your name or face since the day we talked. You create a cobwebs of need for you and I told you once. Sweet and cherish place will lead us a dangerous edge. I would live and die for you. Is the payment too much my Elizabeth?

 

Dear Elizabeth looked to the night sky and she waved her hand gently. She asked me. “Maddening dreams and places we must forget? Must we accept bitter kiss and embrace when love is near. The aches and needs of tangle memories make me want to escape. I want to run to places where love will soar and be an unholy fulfillment. I want to make love till the noon hour and I want to travel with you. Can the living dead, truly know real life again, know real passion again? I want a man to look at me like you do? I see in your eyes. I’m the only one and dear Johnnie. You make my mind spin when you are near. I need a Poet’s heart to love me.”

 

I brought her closer and I told her. Sweet Liz, my beautiful Elizabeth. Some ride to new places can be wild and ending unknown. Is the sanctuary of happiness worth the payment of sadness left for the people who will learn disappointment. I love you my sweet lady. Let’s go slow and easy. We can tamper with our life in a slow pace. I want to know you. I want to know your every secret and I want to know your pain and your glory. I dream of awaking with you every morning and knowing your sweet kiss a hundred times a day. You are my love, my only sweet dream I have.

 

She smiled and she brought me closer. She gave me a hundred kisses and she whispered. “When a butterfly get too close to the flame. Will the butterfly be burn-up and die? I agree my Johnnie if you promise. To be near when I need a gentle voice and soft caress. I won’t wait a thousand days. My body need to feel wanted and I want to feel so damn loved and needed. Lack luster kiss and lonely nights will break my heart.”

 

I whispered. I’m here and you are here my Liz, my Elizabeth. The day I saw you in the early Summer. I knew I needed your love near and forever. I won’t break your heart and I promise. We will find the path to where old dreams and hope can be revived. I promise you the Pacific, I promise you the free valleys and hidden water falls. I promise you dance, taverns and good song. Locked-up people will open the gate my love. They must.

 

The Mount Clemens city was becoming quiet. The bar people had went home or to find food. Two people sat holding hands waiting for a miracle

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Dirty little secrets

 

Me and Liz sat till 4 am at the small park. She told me. “I came alive because of you. Once you told me. I was a talented writer and artist. No-one believed in me and when I left you at the Lake St. Clair. I begin writing a journal and I started drawing again. Please don’t forget me Johnnie.” I brought her closer and I whispered. If you need me. Easy to find me my beautiful Elizabeth. After she departed I sat alone for a long time on the park bench. I knew me and Liz were caught-up in a purgatory of a decision. Damned if we do and more damn if we don’t. She gave me a 1000 days. We made no plans and scheduled no meetings. I knew I would fall back into regular life and leave little possibilities for misguided chance of foolishness and permanent actions that we could not escape from. She was wise and she knew. The aftermath of finding perfect place can change the direction of many lives.

 

I wrote a September poem at the WordPress. All my story and poetry transfer to my Facebook and my Tumblr.
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My September love
My Summer love weight heavy upon my lonely heart.
Her sweet lips and beautiful face became my deadly wish to kiss.
She come into my dreams. Her nude body laying next me on soft bed and my fingertips. Interlacing her hands and her fingers. My graceful hand touching glimmering white skin. We lay together bare and true. Her sweet voice whispering sweet words of love-making the night become a utopia of free words and emotions.
We hold deep embrace, afraid of release.
Even in sweet dreams. We know. Something cannot be.
My September wish leave me barren and cold.
I told the Sun and the Moon. Tell my sweet love.
I have not forgotten her and I love her.
I’m waiting for the day when we can merge into one life.
Know the safety of open arms and unknown dreams and possibilities.
I told the moon and the stars. I need her kiss, I need to taste her skin and
be blessed with her body near always.
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Later after posting. I received a message from a new WordPress writer. She called herself The Michigan dream”. She requested I read her poem for me.

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My dark Poet
Love that rest in the darkness will die like a Summer flower.
True love need the watering of love words and kindness of her poet.
Love is waiting. Please dark Poet . Let’s find the way to our utopia away
from the relentless of real life.
Elizabeth
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I wrote on the comment section. Dear Michigan dream. I’m here and please track me down to the Writer’s cafe. We can e-mail in private. Minutes later at the Writer’s cafe message center. An offer of friendship I accepted and seconds later. A message appeared.
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Dear Johnnie.
I’m falling apart and I need to see you. I’m in a void of emptiness. Please arrange a meeting. I need to see you my Johnnie. Love Liz.
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I response back and I write. I’m on vacation at the end of September. I can get a room at the Holiday Inn express. They have a bar, a swim pool and we can have some privacy. Name the day and time we can meet and talk. Dear Liz, my Elizabeth. I miss you my beautiful Lady.
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She e-mailed me back. On 22 September. My house is empty of people and we can meet at the hotel at 3 pm. I’m waiting with content heart, dear love.
Elizabeth.
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The time went by very slowly. I received a read request on the WordPress. I went to the Michigan dream site.
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Please share my dreams
Relentless heart is yearning for when we can find the perfect utopia of sweet kiss and embrace.
Poor woman Poet need to be adored and unravel the walls of safety. I want to dance in delight of the good songs, drink my bloody Mary with you near. I want us bare and free making love till the morning light appear.
Elizabeth
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I wrote a comment. This is my only wish and hope I have dear Liz. The 22nd of September was here. I had rented a room near the pool. The Holiday Inn Express is amazing. Great location, bar at the pool and activities for the kids. I waited at the front entrance. At 3pm exact. She appeared wearing short dress showing me perfect tan legs, silky blue blouse with free three buttons released allowing me to see tender shoulders and glimpse of firm breasts. Her hair was laying freely toward her lower back. I watched her come to me with content eyes and heart. She walked toward me quickly and she fell into my arms. I kissed her forehead, cheeks and lips. Hers eyes told me she knew. I appreciated her beauty and I thoughts she was my everything. She gave me a beautiful smile and we held the embrace for a few moments. She whispered to me. “I hope you are okay with me my love. We are dancing on dangerous water and we may wander to places we cannot return from. I whispered to her. I wouldn’t allow you to leave my beautiful Liz, my Elizabeth. This is our time. A few seconds for us to be able to ascend and grasp at last wish and hope.

 
I showed her the bar, the pool area and I asked her. How long can you stay? She smiled and she told me. House is empty and I’m your till the morning light. I took her to the room and she went into the bathroom and put on her bathing suit. I mixed us two bloody Mary and I waited. She came out wearing a white bathing suit. The white bathing suit made her body flow with perfect motion. Her womanly curved perfect. They were like rolling hills of perfection. I looked at her from petite feet to questioning smile. I told her. You are so beautiful my Liz. She came to me and she embraced me. I fell into soft breasts and I whispered. Where do we go after touching perfect skin and falling in the chaos of need? Does love grow dear Liz? Are we dancing on a fire that can’t be put out?

 

Liz straddled me on the bed and she whispered. “I’m tire of playing dead dear Johnnie. Is love, a sin? If real love is a sin. Let’s us find the perfect sin. Even for a short time is better than knowing emptiness forever.

 

John Castellenas/Coyote