Lovers Month Poem and Giveaway: Remembrance of Love by PJ Bayliss

Remembrance of Love

Could you recall a better time?
when laughter spilt like red wine,
the flowers bloomed on our table,
holding each other whenever able.

Could you imagine better days?
rolling amidst summer hay,
gentle kisses upon the beach,
>never being too far from reach.

Would you relive those late nights?
your eyes lighting up upon sight,
midnight air thick with romance,
heels softly clicked as we danced.

Can you remember all the gifts?
if they were received with a kiss,
were they ever your most wanted,
or even make your heart grow fonder.

Will you remember times of love?
when neither could give enough,
frantic pleasure amidst the zest,
when every time became the best.

Will you remember days of past?
when our love will forever last,
cherished moments when we’re old,
our souls warmed up from bitter cold. Continue reading

Lovers Month Poem: My Daughters Hand by D.E. Brooks

My Daughters Hand

seen the first time

in black and white

grainy image

behind your hand you hide

thumb in mouth

already so soon

seeking comfort

from in the womb

next time seen

in living color

flailing wildly

tiny fist opening

reaching out

holding tight

so much strength

so much fight

even today

your hand so small

five years young

prints on the wall

leaving your mark

with paint and words

learning to write

stories and poems

reaching out for comfort

sharing your joy

pulling me along

to show me your toy

hand in hand

walking the beach

into the water

for the shell you reach

you hold my heart

in your tiny hand

from the time you were no bigger

than that grain of sand

for my sweet L.

I love you.

c.2013 D.E.Brooks

You may find more works from D.E. Brooks on her blog, The Red Velvet Chair.

Lovers Month Poem: this. by Mirabella

This.

Cradled against his chest

Crook of his arm, head rest

His hand clutching breast

Long since undressed

Silence, save my sigh

His hand caressing upper thigh

Wouldn’t dare move or try

Enjoying afterglow high

Nestled in tight

Holding me with might

His arms feel just right

Not moving rest of night

His fingers tracing line

Learning every incline

Suits me just fine

Knowing he’s mine

Think I’ll just stay

Love being held this way

Heart continues to sway

Couldn’t drag me away

Love known to few

Indebted to you

Everything that you do

Feel your love true

So baby let’s just BE

Just you and me

Together a ‘we’

Loving completely

Stealing one more kiss

Contented submiss

Undeniable bliss

This is love. This.

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Lovers Month Guest Post: Andrew Shaffer

I was a newlywed before I realized I didn’t know much about “love.” I only knew about it in the abstract, but I had no idea how to make it last.

I started my first book with the idea that if anyone could teach us about a concept as abstract as love, philosophers—the original “lovers of wisdom”—should be at the top of the list. Slowly, however, a pattern began to emerge: No matter how brilliant their minds, philosophers were just fumbling around in the dark when it came to their own romantic relationships. In other words, they were human. This idea eventually evolved into Great Philosophers Who Failed at Love, a tongue-in-cheek look at the disastrous love lives of history’s greatest minds.

Researching and writing about doomed love affairs took its toll on me. By the time I turned in the final draft, I was ready to write a book about positivelove stories.

Unfortunately, on a long enough timeline, and under close enough inspection, we’ve all “failed” at love to some degree. Breakups, unrequited crushes, cheating—all are normal parts of our lives, at one time or another. Maybe even healthy parts of our lives, depending on how we react to them. Do we grow? Do we learn? Or do we repeat our mistakes?

Romance novels are the one place where love stories are always guaranteed to end on an upbeat note. After finishing Great Philosophers, I started reading them as a sort of palate-cleanser. While I approached romance novels as a curiosity at first, I found they weren’t as poorly written or as stereotypical as the clench covers had led me to believe. To my astonishment, many were good—and a few were great. Just like any literary genre, in my experience. Continue reading

Lovers Month Guest Post: Sylvain Reynard

“Courtly Love” by Professor Gabriel O. Emerson, Associate Professor of Italian Studies, University of Toronto.

Sex and love are not the same.

I’ve lectured on this subject in the past and usually, my claim is accepted without argument.  What’s more difficult to defend is the claim that one can enjoy romantic love without engaging in sex.

Most people would point out that when you fall in love with someone, you want to have sex with them.  Many times. Or constantly.

It isn’t easy to understand why a pair of romantic lovers would forego sex and remain in love.  But I study the life and works of Dante Alighieri, who was enmeshed in a non-sexual romantic relationship with a woman, Beatrice Portinari, that lasted for years. So as much as I find it difficult to believe that one can have romantic love without sex, I’m forced to confront that reality on a daily basis.

“In that part of the book of my memory before which little can be read, there is a heading, which says: ‘Incipit vita nova: Here begins the new life’. Under that heading I find written the words that it is my intention to copy into this little book: and if not all, at least their essence.” (La Vita Nuova, Dante Alighieri, Book I, Trans. A. S. Kline.)

So begins Dante’s account of how his new life began when he met Beatrice at the tender age of nine. He declares that since that moment Love governed his soul.

The courtliness of Dante’s love is understandable when he’s young but when he meets Beatrice again when they are both adults, it’s much more difficult to understand.  In fact, Dante describes their meeting like this, “She greeted me so virtuously, so much so that I saw then to the very end of grace.”

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We could, perhaps, dismiss Dante’s fascination with Beatrice as a kind of religious experience, given his language. But he goes on to describe a vision that he has in which she is naked and wrapped in a crimson cloth, and held in the arms of man who declares himself to be Dante’s lord.

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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.

Love.

My Book Boyfriend, a very hard decision. by Karen Everett

I am supposed to write about my dream date with my dream book boyfriend, only problem I’m stuck. So for awhile now I’ve been mentally reviewing the cast of potential book boyfriends.

DG GabrielThe first book boyfriend that came to mind was Professor Gabriel Emerson from Gabriel’s Inferno and Gabriel’s Rapture. He is intellectual and handsome. Oh how I would love to pick his brain. We could talk art, poetry, and books; plus we could debate single malt vs. blended scotch and then drink it. But, alas Gabriel likes women he can slay dragons for. I unfortunately slay my own dragons, cut off their heads, and chop them into little bits. So sorry Prof, you are marked off my list. Oh how my heart just sunk.

20130105-232146.jpgThe second book boyfriend that I thought of was Cash, the reason being the bathroom scene in Down To You by M. Leighton. Yes, Cash is sexy and dangerous, but same problem I had with Emerson, Cash is an alpha-male, who rescues gals. I have never needed rescuing in my life. So despite the bathroom scene and the VIP room, bye bye Cash. Wait, before I depart…….*looks toward bathroom* No, better not.

prince-phillipWho to pick? Who to choose? First love? Maybe? My first book boyfriend was Prince Phillip from Sleeping Beauty. I was four years old, and he was a much older man. He was dashing in his red cape, and he really did slay a dragon, Maleficent. He even liked the menagerie of woodland creatures Briar Rose had, definitely a possibility. Too bad even at four I was the kick-ass type of girl. Get in a jam, had my handy dandy intellect and cowgirl- up attitude to get me out of it. Bye Phillip. Loved your hat too!

lion1Maybe I should move over to paranormal men; they all seem to like kick-ass women. Oh yes, Curran Lennart from the Kate Daniels Series by Ilona Andrews. He loves kick-ass girls who can hack things up. This might work. He is sexy and alpha. He does get fuzzy, as in cat form, but I really am more of a dog person. Damn, he was perfect too. He would have loved my rip-off heads and take names; pushy is my first, middle, and last name personality. But, alas bye Curran, I really am a dog person. Plus cats make me sneeze. Achooo.

imageThinking. Thinking. Oh bother. Eureka! I know who my book boyfriend is. The guy who made me smile with his first line, who thumped my heart as he reminded me of the guy who is truly mine. Trick from The Wild Ones by M. Leighton. He’s cute, witty, sexy, sweet, and can ride a horse; he even has a smart-ass streak. Plus, he is a nice guy. Yes, an honest to goodness sweetheart of a guy; they do exist. Move over Cami, *elbow her out of my way* I’ve never been thrown from a horse. But due to an itty bitty snake, I stay on my mounts. I can even show Trick how to properly tack a horse. *Pet Peeve* just ignore it. We can go riding, and I can put him through his paces; hey get your minds out of the gutter, horseback riding, see how good his seat really is. Since he wants to breed Quarter Horses, I’ll see if he can cut or rein, see want he’s like under saddle. I need to see if he is qualified and is willing to take him for a spin or two. The poor guy did start out with Thoroughbred horses. That is a minus in my book (hangs head); I’ll overlook it for you Trick. So Trick, you are my guy; I think you could use me in your life. So BYE Cami, you were a sweet girl; but anyone who comes off a horse because of a little ole rattler loses her boyfriend. Trick is MINE! Cowgirl Up.

My Valentine’s Day Date with Kellan Kyle from the Thoughtless Series by S.C. Stephens

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Devin Paisley is my Kellan Kyle

Is it any coincidence that the two oldest and longest married members of LLL are posting on the same day?  Talk about a lot of pressure!  Ugh, I am not a writer, and I will never become a writer.  :)

Sweet Lover Amanda came up with this great concept, which I think is fantastic, but I prefer to keep some things more private and in my head.  Plus, when I told my husband what I had to write, he looked at me as if I had three heads!  He has no idea what a book boyfriend even is, and he really doesn’t have a reason to know either.  He is just happy that he is the beneficiary of my “smut” reading.

Anyhow, I remember the date as if it were yesterday:  June 19, 2012.  That was the day Kellan Kyle entered my life and became my “book boyfriend.”  Kellan has such a way with words that my heart melts, and I just want to hold him tight and never let him go.

“I know that I have to be with you. Everything else is just…details.”

“I want to be someone’s everything. I want fire and passion, and love that’s returned, equally. I want to be someone’s heart.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone, like I want you. Every girl is you to me. You’re all I see…you’re all I want.”

So my ideal date with Kellan would actually be pretty simple because I’m a simple kind of girl.  I don’t like diamonds (I know, gasp!) because “everyone has one.”  I don’t like expensive gifts, and I don’t like flowers because they die so quickly.  I’m more practical.  So in my mind here’s how my date with Kellan on Valentine’s Day played out:

Kellan picked me up at 4:00 PM sharp in his Chevelle.  I slid over to sit right next to him on our drive so I could enjoy his sweet aroma.   I had no idea where we are going, but with Kellan planning our day, I have no doubt that it will be perfect.  Anything with Kellan is perfect.  He told me to dress casually and take along a hoodie in case I got chilled.  Of course, I always have him to snuggle up against to keep me warm.   The radio is playing one of my favorite classic tunes, Faithfully, by Journey!  Of course, Kellan is singing along.  I love to hear him sing.

After a short drive, we pulled into a beautiful park where the flowers had just started blooming.  It was an absolutely gorgeous day, complete with a blue sky, no clouds, and a blazing sun.

Kellan parked the car, and he and I both slid out of the driver’s side door.  He immediately opened the trunk and pulled out a plaid blanket and a picnic basket as well as his guitar.  Again, this is why I love this man.   Simple and sweet.

We walked hand in hand to a spot near a beautiful tree.  Kellan laid out the blanket, and we immediately sat down.  Of course, curiosity got the best of me, and I couldn’t wait to see what he had packed in the picnic basket.  Inside I found mini sandwiches, fruit, brownies, and some champagne.  But I wasn’t hungry right now.  I just wanted to spend time with Kellan.

Kellen slipped off my shoes, grabbed some lotion that was in the side pouch of the picnic basket, and immediately began massaging my feet.  He knows me so well and the fact that my feet are one of my erogenous zones.  The movement of his thumbs on my arch is so sensual that he could make me purr like a kitten.  During my foot massage, we talked about all kinds of things, the weather, books that I had read, the upcoming tour, and songs that he was writing.  I wondered if Kellan was going to pull out his guitar, and I wanted to beat him to the punch with my Valentine’s Day surprise.

So I immediately stood up and told Kellan to remain seated.  I told him that I wanted him to know how I felt about him and began singing this song all the while locking eyes with him:

If there were no words, no way to speak, I would still hear you
If there were no tears, no way to feel inside, I’d still feel you

And even if the sun refused to shine,
Even if romance ran out of rhyme,
You would still have my heart until the end of time
You’re all I need, my love, my valentine

All of my life I have been waiting for all you give to me
You’ve opened my eyes and shown me how to love unselfishly

I’ve dreamed of this a thousand times before
In my dreams I couldn’t love you more
I will give you my heart until the end of time
You’re all I need, my love, my valentine

And even if the sun refused to shine,
Even if romance ran out of rhyme,
You would still have my heart until the end of time
‘Cause all I need is you, my valentine
You’re all I need, my love, my valentine

Kellan immediately began packing up the contents of the picnic basket and threw my shoes in there as well.  Then he picked me up like some caveman, threw me over his shoulder, grabbed the basket, blanket, and guitar and jogged over to the Chevelle.  He gently placed me back on my feet and ran to the back of the car to put the items in the trunk.

I opened the driver’s side door, slid in, and then Kellan joined me.  He placed one hand on each side of my face and made me look into his piercing eyes.  He said, “Michelle, that was the most beautiful song I have ever heard, and you have no idea how turned on I am right this minute from watching and listening to you sing the words from your heart.  Now let me take you back to my place and show you how much I love you.”

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