Pssst…It’s Darwin Blake’s Birthday!

He’s a poet, a joker, a bowtie wearer, a romantic, and the owner of a chocolatey voice. Not only was today made for a man such as this, but it’s also Darwin Blake’s birthday!!!

Leave your well wishes for Darwin below!

Lovers Month Poem: Love by Darwin Blake

When lovers meet, become entwined.

What do you think goes through their minds?
What wonders spark that simple thing?
They lie there, stand there…oh such things.
Such delights and pleasure held.
Something special yet withheld.
Someone standing in the dark?
Watching, waiting, taking part?
Eyes grow wide when its unleashed.
Head rolls back when she does that.
Bitten tightly is that lip.
When he curls around her hip.
When she says to him…how’s that?
Does he answer?
Not a chance.
Deep in thought of how to return.
That act of love she gave to him.
What to do?
What to say?
Nothing is the only way.
Let your mouth, hips, fingers too.
Do the talking you need to do.
Dance across her skin so light.
Gentle touches, her delight.
Plunge yourself between the sheets.
Between her folds, her warmth beholds.
Make her feel just like a Queen.
If you do, she will return.
Every day and every night.
Bring each other true delight.
Bring that crashing crescendo.
That flourish as she begs you so.
Give it all and in return.
You’ll get the greatest prize of all.


Lovers Month Guest Post: Darwin Blake

So…I have as you can tell been asked to write something for the LLL.

I’m going to talk about emotions.

Love Vs Hate.

In the red corner.


The master of smiles.

The smasher of fear.

The one the only.

True hero!

And in the blue corner.


The destroyer of dreams.

The darkness inside.

The fear that makes the darkness shake.

Love/ləv/NounAn intense feeling of deep affection: “their love for their country”.

VerbFeel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone):  “do you love me?”.

Synonymsnoun.  affection – fondness – darling – – be fond of – fancy – adore

So, love is in the air they say…
Love is all around…
Love, love,love…
Love to love you baby…

What do these things make you think of?

Happiness, delight, pleasure?

The union of two people.
The sun on your face.
An unexpected gift.
Somebody going that extra mile.
Bringing you something when you are ill.
Sharing and caring.
All these things and more make me think of love.
A romantic gesture, that scene in a book or film that melts your heart.

Gabriels Inferno is a perfect example.
You have two people so in love it hurts.
Though for the most part they have no idea of how much…well at least Gabriel.
He yearns for the woman he only knows a Beatrice. His Muse.
His one. The one he has been…waiting for all his life.
Though he has not been faithful to her body completely, he has never forgotten her in his heart.

The frightened rabbit, Juliana on the other hand has never forgotten. That night. The photo she stole.
The way he looked at her and spoke to her must have bitten a hole through her soul.
Made her bleed tears for her lost love.
I can’t lie. It’s making me sad just thinking about it…
Le Sigh as a friend says.
But when he realised she was his lost love…oh my days did I smile.
My heart leaped and I punched the air.
True love isn’t about sex or kissing or holding somebody all night.
Well…not just that but about friendships.
Your closest friends or those you have never met…true friendship and love come hand in hand.
That can never be beaten.
I know this…

So…on to the flip side of the coin.
The dark side of the force…oh and before I continue on that thought.
Luke…she was your sister.
You didn’t even flinch when Ben told you! Jesus man!


Hate /hāt/Verb

Feel intense or passionate dislike for (someone):  “the boys hate each other”.NounIntense or passionate dislike:  “feelings of hate”.

Synonymsverb.  detest – abhor – loathe – abominate – execrate – dislikenoun.  hatred – odium – abhorrence – detestation – loathing

Darkness and fear.
I know all about this…too well.
I remind myself of dark days.
Of a young Darwin…what a handsome young man ;)
Of mis spent days and nights.
Of feeling invincible…
Back then I felt fear, not often but the rage and hate bubbled deep inside of me and begged to be released. To hurt, to cause mental and physical pain to others.
To upset those closest to me…
I have, though hard to imagine…because I am really a nice chap…been hated.
Those who hated me felt compelled to cause misery and suffering.
But I look out of the window and I look to the television.
My hate and the hate felt toward me is but a pathetic excuse to use up an emotion.
Hate is much more.
Hate is war and famine.
Hate is rape and murder.
Hate is theft and assault.
Hate is looking down upon somebody less fortunate.
Hate is the bubbling rage that consumes those who allow it.
Who let the darkness take over.

I refer back to Gabriels Inferno again…
Simon, the ex boyfriend.
When I read what he was doing, when I read of the hurt and pain he was causing, the embarrassment and suffering!
I gritted my teeth and swore that if Gabriel didn’t kick his ass in the next page I would throw the damn book in the bin!


Words caused me to hate.
To wish pain and suffering upon another.
But in this case…rightfully deserved.
And some people get anger and hate confused. Anger is the precursor to hate. It is a catalyst. Hate is the undying need to cause harm, suffering and pain.

As I am a romantic…Love will always prevail.
Hate and those who hate will be put down.

Love is all around…

You can see more from Darwin Blake on his blog.

Happy Lovers Month!

couple-valentines-day11It’s the month of February and the month that most people associate with love because of Valentine’s Day.  On this day, it is not uncommon for couples to exchange gifts to show their affection.  Delightful confections are presented to others, but they pale in comparison to the sentiments the bearer feels toward the recipient.  We Lovers decided that we wanted to show you love all month long the way we do it best…with words!  We want you to know that we love and appreciate our followers that have been with us as we have read each book, tweeted with you, and emailed you.   We can tell you a few things right now that you’ll be very excited to hear.

Men are going to tell us what they think about love.  We asked a few male authors from different genres to share their thoughts on love.  We didn’t give them a particular subject to follow so it would be sort of a word association project.  All we asked was that they write about whatever keeps them up at night, misconceptions about love, funny stories about love, etc.  You’ll enjoy reading the responses from Andrew Shaffer, David James, and Sylvain Reynard.

We also asked a few of our favorite poets to tell us what they think about love.  B. L. Ronan, D. E. Brooks, Darwin Blake, Mirabella, and PJ Bayliss provided us with a wide range of poetic thoughts on the subject that you’ll be sure to love.  You will want to frame them, so get your Michael’s framing coupons in order.

Finally, we have a few surprise posts coming up that we just can’t share with you right now or else … they wouldn’t be surprises, would they?  You’ll get a kick out of what you see and possibly even hear. ;)

We hope you enjoy Lovers Month.   It is our gift to you.

~ The Literati Literature Lovers

My sweet friend by Darwin Blake

Hello there my sweet release.
My confidant and friend.
Have I told you recently.
Of what you do to me?
Have I counted all the ways?
Added all the sums?
Told you how I care for you.
And how you’ve changed my world.
Said to me each day I wake.
Morning Darwin Dear!
And sometimes when I don’t reply.
Never do you fear.
Because you know that everyday.
Eventually I’ll call your name.
Never do you close me out.
Or forget that I’m here.
Sometimes i see your smile.
Shoogling across my screen.
Shaking all that good stuff.
Wish it was for me.
But of course it never is.
And why would it be so?
Thankful for our friendship.
I hope you never go.
I wish one day I’ll meet you.
Espresso and latte.
Chocolate cake and shortbread slice.
Maybe I will share.
But that’s just a pipedream.
But simply not fair.
Shared so much that to this day.
Remains between ourselves.
Nothing wrong with secrets.
But secrets shared can help.
So my friend.
I am so proud of what you have achieved. In life.
In love.
In all between.
You always will succeed.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Worry by Darwin Blake

When I awoke, and cleared my throat.
Stretched out long and yawned.
I squeezed my eyes so tightly shut.
That colours danced before them.
I know last night for you had been.
A fantasy, a fun filled dream.
Alone you went, in to the night.
To drink and dance and taste delights.
And as you did my mind did race.
Of decadence and your bit lip.
Replies to mine were short and cold.
I’m having fun! To me you told.
And that’s ok, to myself I lie.
It’s fine for you to have some fun.
I get it, let your hair down love.
But in my mind I see our kiss.
It’s not me against your lips.
Some lucky man from the night.
Is tasting you lips tonight.
I know it’s only in my mind.
I’m crazy, yes!
But love is blind.
It burns me deep within my heart.
My love so hot it never stops.
A passion fueled sweet romance.
And now I see you’ve sent a call.
I pick up…my heart it skips a beat.
I say “Hello.”
And sated are my thoughts of woe.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Ache. By Darwin Blake

If I’m far away.
Another place.
Another day.
Working in a lonely world.
Waiting to be in your arms.
Phone calls are but such a tease.
Your silken voice away from me.
Those lips like silk.
Your skin so soft.
Of theses things I am robbed.
Falling softly in to sleep.
Happy smile and mind at peace.
Of theses things I am without.
When I am so distant.
Slumber stifled.
Half awake.
Restless body.
For you I ache.
Soon I shall return to you.
See your smile.
A tear or two.
Wipe them softly from your face.
Hold you tightly in my arms.
Thankful that I have returned.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Fingers… By Darwin Blake

My fingers ache, as does my soul.
Release the words from deep below.
Reveal my darkest deep desire.
Relish in the feeling while…
My heart it speaks of my sweet Muse.
My soul mate, friend and sometimes fool.
That special person with the power to,
Make me smile and lives my words.
Gives with kindness oft unheard.
Graces me on each fine day with purest love.
But back to pleasure, prose and joy.
Licking lips and screaming “Ohhhhhh!”
Softest touch against my flesh.
Fingers grip against the edge.
Toes do curl and feel that clench?
That’s the spot and soul is drenched.
My heart, my love is yours to quench.
And swiftly so do I return.
Dreaming daily of your arms.
How they hold me close at night.
Watching stars by candle light.
Pointing out the one that guides.
That’s the one! It shines so bright!
Yes it shines but dull compared.
To that light within your heart.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Lips…. By Darwin Blake

They sit there perfect on your face.
Curled so slightly, just to tease.
Ruby red like blinding jewels.
Parted when they feel the need.
Warm and full.
Always wanton.
But when I’m here.
Never waiting.
Sometimes bitten.
Not just by you.
Often when I’ve much to do.
Soft and skillful.
Playful lips.
Just a smile.
Does the trick.
When I kiss you.
Stars do shine.
I close my eyes.
I see you there.
That wicked.
Pretty smile.
Those deep red lips.
That drive me wild.
The Kiss, it comes.
I can not wait.
To feel you close.
To taste you soon.
My lips do ache.
To be with yours.
( And soon The Kiss, it comes so soon.
Like the Flourish, will you swoon? )

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Flame… By Darwin Blake


Flame….. By Darwin Blake

By candle light, I see those curves.
Bathed in warmth and natural glow. Light it flickers over you.
Eyes so dark but lit by flame.
Moving closer, warmer still.
My heart aflame with wicked sin.
Your soul my sun, It burns for me.
Brightly so and full of fire.
When together, light it blinds.
The stars they shine.
The sun burns bright.
Brighter still in deepest night.
The burning flame that binds our love.
It’s bright and strong when were apart.
But when we join in special ways.
I scream aloud, oh my days!
I light the sky with your name.
My molten tones, those secret words.
Bring a flame to your eyes.
The wick is burning bright and long.
For in your arms my love belongs.
Phoenix comes and flourishes.
The burning light, it slightly dims.
But never out, it burns here still.
For in my heart it always will…

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.



Sun by Darwin Blake

Burning bright.
You light the way.
Until dusk.
The end of day.
But soon return.
To shine my way.
The right path.
I see the way.
And sometimes bright.
I shield my eyes.
But never scared.
Your golden glow.
It warms my soul.
You never will grow cold.
You tan my skin.
Sometimes cause harm.
Help the flowers grow.
And when I’m gone.
You’ll still be there.
Shining bright.
Casting shadows.
Until the dawn my friend.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

About you


About you by Darwin Blake

You are funny and bright.
Always smiling.
Such soft and beautiful lips.
I love to kiss them.
Every time I see you.
Love your hugs and squeezes.
Your laugh is infectious and pleasing.
You shine like a beacon in my heart.
You dance in my mind when we are apart.
But when together.
Our smiles so wide.
You are my life.
The one who guides.
My heart.
My soul.
My life.
You are…
My shining light.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.


Him by Darwin Blake

Standing there with darkness.
Holding all our lives.
The reaper grins with malice.
Waiting for the time.
With silent death.
He comes when called.
The hour glass sand diminished.
And swish it goes.
That scythe so sharp.
They say he never misses.
But does he have a gentle side?
Loves kittens I do hear.
In his black world of nothingness.
I wouldn’t be surprised.
His shadow long.
His ancient robes.
His fingers bone and skull behold.
A figure tall.
A grin so wide.
I’d hate to look.
Deep inside.
He has seen tragedy.
Death and murder.
From King to kin.
Friend or foe.
He’s impartial.
When he comes.
You will surely go.
To where though.
I don’t know.
A dark domain.
A happy place.
When I’m there.
I’ll let you know.
But til my time.
I will avoid.
That scary.
Reaper Man.

This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission.  If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.