LiciaEmber
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Writing is a passion of mine. With each new literary piece I create, I get to explore a new part of my imagination and using my own photography allows me to connect to my work in a very unique way.
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Now And Forever...
My heart skips a beat whenever you touch my hand... My darling, my love for you is as endless as sand... Why choose me? Why am I so special? You're timeless, you're exotic, you're a rebel... This can't be real, how did I get so lucky? No luck involved, you deserve this justly... I never meant to fall in love and stay so long... This was my plan from day one all along... I'm terrified this is all just a dream... It's a dream come true for me, so it seems... Long walks, chocolates and roses... To talk, to eat, to show you how my soul is... I feel like I don't deserve you... You're the real prize, I'm stuck like glue... I want to tell you I love you, but will you walk away? I'm planning to propose, I'm here to stay... So I'll say it with all my heart, how you make me feel... So I'll say it with all my heart to seal the deal... I love you now and forever with all my might... I love you now and forever, you brought me back to life...
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Poets
Same Time Next Year..Chapter3. Content Warning.
Christmas Morning feels like it just came and went. It was like the magic was gone. As hard as it was, we separated for the day to spend time with our loved ones. Me with my mom, dad, married siblings, nieces and nephews and Jacob with his fiancé and her family. I tried not to be sick to my stomach but knowing he was with her creating memories was a lot to handle. I was just settling in my chair to watch all my married brothers and sisters join my parents in singing around the piano. I always sit back, drink in hand, smiling never really wishing for what they have until well not until tonight. I hated Jacob for what he did to me. Yes, from time to time I allowed myself to think about what would happen if I saw him more than 2 weeks out of the year. But I just thought about maybe a summer vacation or a fall excursion. Now I’m thinking about long term; marriage… I never wanted to get married before. Now I’m wondering what if things were different. I threw my coat on and stepped out onto the porch. I needed some fresh air. As I’m standing there shivering a bit, I look down at my phone; there was a missed call from Jacob. I wanted to call him back but for the first time I was jealous at the possibilities of what he might be doing and didn’t. It was the first time in 7 years that I didn’t end the night with Jacob. I went to bed alone.
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Filthy
Deep In The Wooden Chest
It’s been almost a year now since Alex picked me up. I highly doubt she remembers where she put me. I’ve been tucked away inside her journal for safe keeping. It and I keep Alex’s secrets. Only now I’m somewhere they can never be told. I was her muse. We were supposed to add beauty into this world, instead, somehow, the darkness swallowed me up too. I know she still loves me because I was not placed carelessly about but safely inside her hand-crafted wooden chest… I’m buried at the bottom; underneath a pair of ripped jeans hardly worth saving let alone wearing and some old concert tickets almost completely faded. Some days I’m confident Alex will remember where she left me. I see a glimpse of light thru a hole of the jeans. I think, “She’ll pull me out for sure”. Nope, she’s just grabbing a sweater, nope she’s just grabbing a favorite tee. Today is not the day she wants her muse back. One day just not today. I lay there tucked away in her journal. I lie with all her hopes and dreams. The stories that have no ending. I lie quietly waiting for the chance to show the world how perfectly wonderful her words truly are…
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Fiction
Unwrap Me…Chapter2. Content Warning.
My head nestled on his chest near his heart, we lay in silence as he held on to me tight. All the while staring up at the skylight; it had started to snow again. I couldn’t place why this time felt so different. It was wonderful. Usually, it’s just mind-blowing sex we were after. And unlike any of other time before, Jacob released inside of me and even more he revealed he love me. These things could not be ignored. What was a girl to do? I loved him. This evening forced me to face the facts, I was head over heels in love with this man… WHAT WAS A GIRL SUPPOSED TO DO?
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Filthy
The Gift That KeepsGiving.. Chapter1
Ever notice how beautiful the world seems to be this time of year? I have. The lights strung all about, the decorative wreathes on doors, the white fluffy snow covering the earth’s floor and the overabundance of goodwill? It’s absolutely magical. Looking out the balcony window of my downtown loft, this year seems to be no different.
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Filthy
Save Room For Dessert...If You Want Seconds
We lie in bed in each other’s arms, and he drops another bombshell on me... Neal tells me he loves me, always has. He has thought of me often over the years but never knew I felt the same. So, he eventually moved on. Once he knew I loved him at one point, he hoped I still did. This is music to my ears, to my heart, to my soul. The man of my dreams is professing his love for me. Trust, it’s not lost on me that Neal might be acting on feelings of loneliness and not of actual love. But in this moment, who cares. In this moment, at this time, this man was mine…
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Filthy
Save Room For Dessert.... Top Story - November 2023. Content Warning.
Save Room For Dessert Thanksgiving dinner and party by the lake. Well technically not Thanksgiving, yet. My friend group of 7 has known each other since college, and we celebrate “Friendsgiving” every year. Michelle, Daniel, Calvin, Rayven, Neal, Bethany, and me: Hazel. My parents have a nice sized cabin they happily let me use every year because my friends and I offer to pay for professional cleaning after we leave and before my relatives arrive the following week. It’s usually a 3-day weekend. We have dinner catered on Friday night, host a “big” party of about 30/40 of extended friends and significant others the night after, and do a Sunday brunch. Monday turns it into a 4-day weekend when we need an extra day to relax and/or sober up.
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Filthy
The Masquerade Continues...
It's the day after and my head is still reeling… Did I really do that? And what happens now? Am I open to love, or do I just need to have a little more excitement in my life? I can’t find the answers alone but I’m not ready to call Jilly yet. I know what she would say do, jump on that man and keep riding. Yeah, she’s hilarious. I got so drunk off champagne last night, that I went straight from the limo to my couch. Dress, heels, make up and interestingly of all the mask still on. I take my shoes off and begrudgingly get up. My 1pm Sunday yoga alert is going off which woke me up. Where is my damn purse? Under the couch cushions... yeah that tracks. I check my messages and see Jilly sent me some drunk gifs. But one message in particular caught my eye. It said my ex wanted my new number and asked if she could give it to him. NOPE. Yesterday morning I probably would’ve jumped at the chance to hear his voice. Not today though, not after you know who has touched me.
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Filthy
Masquerade
Mas…Masquerade .. Fall is upon us, and this means spooky season is right at the door. It’s a literal day to be someone else and as long as it’s done in the spirit of fun, there’s nothing wrong with that. Unfortunately, for me I ended an almost 7-year relationship just after the new year and haven’t had to face the holidays alone yet. Halloween believe it or not would be especially hard for me, seeing how it was our favorite. We met during a Halloween bar crawl and bonded over our love of the gory holiday. We would always do couples costumes. Just last year we dressed up as Adam and Eve. We ended that night making love under a tree in the park...*Sigh* I refuse to let heartbreak stop me from enjoying the Masquerade Ball tonight held yearly at my museum to support the creative arts. I cannot wait to show off my almost wildly inappropriate ballgown. With the tight sheer corset that leaves nothing to the imagination and over embellished skirt with a slit to reach heaven, it’s sure to turn some heads. Not that I’m trying.
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Filthy
