Goosebumps follow his fingers as he trails them across my skin.
My eyes drift closed as his sultry voice whispers my name.
They reopen to his deep chocolate eyes gazing into mine.
As his gaze lowers to my lips, I taste his sweet kiss.
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Brianna Smith
Mom, Author, Maker of Greeting Cards, Uber driver, and aspiring tattoo artist... I do all the things. No, I'm just kidding, but I do a lot and I love it!
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Creation anxiety
I can feel my muscles tightening. My ears begin to ring. The frustrations and stresses of life are encroaching. I need out! I need to breathe. I sigh as I sit behind the glowing screen. I stare into the blackened keys as my fingers slowly start to dance across them. Words begin appearing on the screen. With each word, I breathe a little deeper. The tensions ease. The stresses all but cease. As I type I meet people and see places I could never really see. I create what I wish was here. I create what I'm scared of. I bring life to people and animals that I only am connected with. And I decide what they do and where they go. Its empowering and humbling at the same time and yet there is a responsibility to the reader. Though I don't know who you are, I worry about which characters you'll like and which ones you'll dislike. I wonder who you'll sympathize with. Who will you see yourself in? All the while, I keep typing and watching my world come to life. Finally, I'm more concerned with my new creation than the troubles of life outside of this small screen. Once again, my story saved me.
By Brianna Smith3 years ago in Poets
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