Forbidden are the dreams that taunt us,
Luring us into sinful thoughts.
A lover’s kiss,
Momentary bliss
That leaves the taste of joy on one’s lips.
A lasting taste that lingers for days,
Pressing lips upon skin
In places only dreams can reveal.
Embarrassed, inability to talk
As memory serves delicious playback
Of a good night’s dream.
Forbidden.
Only living in the subconscious,
Beckoning them back for more.
Written by Tabatha Goughneour, 2019
The waves slosh across the sand,
Making soft innocent sand harden.
Our sand.
Sand that filled every empty space between your fingers,
As you showed me the seashell beneath.
The waves crash against the rocky caverns beside me,
Echoing so loud my body trembles at the sound.
Our caverns.
Shallow water covering the ground
Like an inviting blanket of sin.
Beckoning is in that night out of the storm.
“Let’s seek shelter there”
You murmur,
Cold hands gripping mine.
We talked til the morning sun dried up
All the puddles outside,
Every crystal within the sand
Proudly shining to meet the sun’s rays.
Proud.
Proudly we walked hand in hand,
Unafraid of our new found love.
All the sailboats and tourists,
Lined up nicely in a row.
Cameras out for a big show.
Behind the caverns,
Where the moss covered green
Covers the rocks like a bad painting,
You kiss me gently.
Gently, like the crab who pitter patters beside me.
He fills this emptiness with his sound.
The sun on my skin warms my heart,
Deep down it dries my sadness
As it welcomes a brighter day.
A time forgotten.
Kisses, laughter, innocent moments
Of first loves still framed memories.
The waves crash quietly into my toes,
Reminding me it’s time to leave.
Leave my sad thoughts to sea,
Like you left me.
By: Tabatha Goughneour 2019
Soft to the touch, your hair falls in your eyes.
I brush it back and kiss your forehead.
I catch myself staring into your eyes and losing myself in them.
There’s so much beauty in your eyes.
I feel drawn to lean in close and feel your breath on my lips.
Your hand moves slowly up my body, tracing every curve and valley like you want to remember every part of me.
I don’t stop you, I love the way you touch me.
The way you pay attention to every part of me drives me crazy.
I lean close again to take your earlobe in my mouth, then move to your neck to place my lips gently there.
Your heartbeat speeds up, I can feel it thumping eagerly.
Your hand reaches my shoulder, sending tingles down my spine.
We share a kiss and I pull away biting your lip.
Holding back is not my strong suit, but I want to take my time with you.
You navigate to my neck, sending more shivers as I feel your lips hot and moist.
I reach down and touch your face, cupping your chin with my hands and kiss your forehead and each eyelid.
You laugh like this is bizarre.
You don’t even know how hard I am holding back.
I feel your cold fingertips and place your hands in mine to warm them.
We pull away to take a breath,
I see your soul through your eyes,
They are a portal to everything you want to say, everything you have said and what you are about to do next.
I stare at your lips to keep myself at bay,
Soft, inviting and I can’t help but reach out,
Touching them with a finger I trace your nose and marvel at how wonderfully you were created.
From the depths of your soul to your beautiful sculpted nose.
I could paint you with my eyes closed, I thought.
I could become blind at this very moment and know every inch of your body.
You are my cloud nine tonight.
I love being here with you driving each other crazy and slowing down to enjoy..
Every..
Moment.
The candle flickers next to the bed,
Your shirtless frame inches from me.
I yearn to show you how much you mean to me,
I kiss your fingertips and make you smile.
That smile..
That brought me to your side the moment I met you.
That smile that runs through my head late at night,
Your eyes seem to glow in the candles soft glow,
I can’t breathe in anticipation..
“Tabatha? Wake up!”
I open my eyes to realize I am lying in bed..
Alone.
I can still feel your lips on mine..
It was all a dream,
For now.
Dreaming of you deep in my mind.
(C) Tabatha Goughneour 2008
Tranquil darkness 